I decided to go back to school after my youngest was born. It was something inside of me that always felt…unfinished.
I had over twenty classes to complete what I had started so many years before. My mind told me I couldn’t do it—there was just too much to do—but my soul told me I could.
So I started digging through classes one by one. Studying while babies slept, while teens learned to drive, as children grew into towering stalks.
I took my time, making sure I learned what was being taught, gleaning research that I hoped would be used in the future or even the present.
Math never came easy to me. I used to dream it did when I was a child—when numbers were made of magic. I failed the course—I was defeated.
It was time to quit.
But the fighter in me told me I couldn’t, I had to keep in the battle, even though I was weary and ready for home.
So I fought.
Now I can see it, just beyond the horizon. Waving to me, urging me to keep in the fight, to keep moving forward. The flag—my flag. The one that calls to victory.
And I know it can be won.
(Two and a half more classes to go!!! *squeal*)
What is your fight? Revising, school work, finding awesome writing shoes?