So, I finally graduate from college with my bachelor’s degree tomorrow. I’m 33. All that hard work has finally culminated in the completion of a (very) longstanding goal. I am so excited. I’m also relieved to finally have my free time back… for a while.
As I sit here and gaze at my new class ring, I think of all the long hours and hard work that went into this. And not just by me, but by my family. They have sacrificed a lot for this, too. I have been taking classes on and off since about 1999. One class here, two there, a year’s break, and then back to classes. It was quite haphazard, until the Fall of 2005. That’s when I transferred to the 4-year university and realized my goal was attainable. I was over halfway there! So I decided to see how quickly I could finish, and I started taking from 3-5 classes at a time. I wanted to finish in two years. And you know what? I did. I worked full time while I was doing it, too.
But it wasn’t without a lot of crying, whining and gnashing of teeth. While everyone else was going fishing, eating out, getting together with friends, going to the movies, I was either at work, in class, or studying. That’s been my life for the past 2 years. And every time I thought I couldn’t make it, my husband reminded me of just how far I’ve come, and how I’m almost done, and how proud he is of me.
If I didn’t have my husband’s love and support through all of this, I wouldn’t have this degree. He has been my rock when I wanted to fold. My strength when I had none. And my determination when I wanted to quit. Thank you, honey, for sharing this journey with me. For being my neverending cheerleader, even when you rarely got to see me because of our varying schedules. Thank you for your kindness, and your willingness to help out. And thank you for your patience when I was stressed out and feeling overwhelmed.
This degree is as much yours as it is mine, darling. Thank you.
Happy Love Thursday.