One more week, then I can start writing more as I’ll have a 2 week break. Just have to finish my final exams. I’m hoping I can keep my A’s because it’d be really great to start my college do-over with a 4.0 GPA. I’ve worked my ass off for those A’s.
A paralegal friend of mine told me she’d like to back to school but she’s not brave enough. Is it “brave” to go back to school 15-20 years later? I don’t know. It sure does feel humilitating, but I push past those emotions because I choose to believe, despite my emotions, it’s never too late for anything. Until I’m dead, that is.
“I’m __ old and I’m failing at my life.” That’s what it feels like. But at some point if what you are doing isn’t working you’ve got to make a change. That sure sounds like a statement someone “brave” would make. Does it feel great to see other students bright-eyed and busy-tailed about life when you feel worn and are barely holding on to hope? No, it feels like shit.
A few years before my great-aunt died she, at the age of 82, got her Bachelor’s in Literature. She was old-enough to be the great-grandmother of some of her peers. If she can do it, so can I. It’s not too late. It’s never too late.