So, today marks one week since I restarted college. For those of you who know me really well, you know it’s been a long time coming.
I have been dreaming of this day for a while now.
The “short” break Arthritis forced me into has taken…. drum roll please…. 3 years.
Can you believe it?
If I didn’t have Arthritis, I’d probably have my PhD by now! All my friends from dual enrollment graduated with Master’s two years ago.
That was a hard pill to swallow… Even among the giant pills I already take for RA.
The first week hasn’t gone as easy as I thought.
I’ve forgotten the rhythm and I feel a bit lost.
A bit different from my other classmates.
I have this fear that even as far as I’ve come, I still won’t be able to keep up.
I feel as old and tattered as the used books I bought over Amazon.
The one thing I do know for sure is that I’m not giving up.
Oddly enough, school is just like Arthritis.
The going might get tough, but “the tough” get going……
And I know, I’m definitely ‘the tough.’