September 1st I started working on my Master's degree.
September 2nd I was in tears, wondering what in the world was I thinking.
I became a teacher at the age of 43 and was a non-traditional student in a distance program (now called on on-line program!). I was a stay-at-home mom at the time, and I worked hard to finish that degree.
But this is so different. I am now almost 54 and working full-time. Going back to school at this time in my life creates a whole new set of challenges. The most significant one is time.
I found myself not reading or writing because the guilt would set in. I felt guilty knowing that I should have been reading my textbook or writing papers. I read two books the first semester, when I typically read about 25. But that is for another post. I wrote a few blog posts, more out of obligation than for the pleasure of just writing.
I missed that part of my life.
Yesterday, I submitted my final assignment for my first semester. And I finished six weeks early!
When I picked my one little word, I knew I had several journeys ahead of me this year. This degree is just one of them.
Today, I celebrate taking that first step.