Today, I took a break from wrestling with financial aid (an activity I will not miss) and visited my bench. Two years ago, I hesitantly forced myself to explore the campus I would soon be attending. I had only been here once before that chilly spring day and I'm not ashamed to say that I was greatly intimidated. On that day of forced exploration, while sitting on this very bench, I made a promise to myself. I would finish my degree no matter how intimidated I felt. Being long past the average college age, I knew that this wouldn't be the easiest goal in the world, but I knew that I must do this...for myself.
Today, I am staring at my last semester, one final burst of energy is all that is needed before I move to NYC with the Love I now call home and we continue our beautiful life together. As I sat on my bench to reflect, I realized that I am growing tired of essays, 2am bedtimes and final exams, but I can see the bright light of my tunnel coming into focus. I am almost there; what an incredibly breathtaking journey it has been. Laying the morbid thought of school debt aside, (that is rant for another day) I will have accomplished something I would not have believed I was capable of accomplishing ten years ago. I am ever grateful for this journey and the strength and peace I have found inside along the way.
