I thought going back to college would be simple, even though it had been a few years since I had taken academic courses. I'd worked three jobs before, taken a full course load, and managed to exercise religiously every morning for a few years.
This time, it's different.
Yeah, there's this thing called time that passes and causes us to gain age, weight, and knowledge (to an extent), but I feel like my brain has died on the road to where I am today. It's out there somewhere on a road, lying dead next to an Armadillo.
The only job I have full time is, you know, working, wife-ing, and schooling. Oh, and daughter-ing, church-ing, cleaning, and artist-ing.
I am overthrown with exasperation to the nth degree. Like, I can't even.
Husband and I will both be pulling all-nighters in regards to our work. I have a paper, a test, an two essays. He has a freelance job he's doing because he wants to help me pay for my classes. That man is truly a saint to me.
I don't know what the answer is to this overwhelming situation. I know I only have a year at most left. But I feel like I cannot give my classes 100% or anything for that matter because there simply is too much going on in my life. This is where I find myself asking "What do I need to give up to make this work?"
If anyone has any ideas, I'll be hunched over this cup of coffee with headphones on and a textbook in my lap.
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