Finishing my degree has not been easy for a variety of reasons. Whenever I was getting somewhere, something devastating would happened and I didn’t have the skill set to cope, so I would be back to square one.
I have been in and out of post secondary for the last 10 years of my life. It has been a long ass journey to say the least. I’ve changed majors a few times, and have switched my degree from arts to business along the way.
Since I went back for the LAST time two years ago, I have been asked when I will graduate, and I used to have a pretty solid answer (give or take a few months). These days, I have no idea when that will be. I can’t give a definite answer, because I have no idea.
I think if I was younger, it would bother me more. But I’ve learned with age and in sickness that life is never going to go as planned and is NOT A RACE. With myself or others.
The easiest thing about being an adult in college is feeling old, but having chronic illness already makes me feel ancient anyways.
I’m extremely lucky that I have Dave to support me in this, and I can take my time. Because without time and support I could not do school or a lot for that matter.
I’m feeling really ready to get back into class this up coming semester. I’m hoping I can balance life, school and illness a lot better than before. Having realistic views will help with that.