I bet you didn't know that I'm "Not Just A..." (fill in the blank with whatever you choose--"lover of fine literature," "voracious consumer of potato products", really. Whatever); I am also a student. A graduate student, at that. I've had THAT prestigious title since the Summer of 2004. Now, a deadline looms on my horizon.
"Congratulations on your acceptance into our ridiculously awesome Master of Science in Counseling program. You have six years to complete it. Time staaaaaaaaaaaaaarts..........
Since that Summer, my journey has been like a traffic jam. Start. Stop. Start. Go for a little while and screech to a halt. To make a very long and complicated story a bit shorter (just in case you're reading this on your phone and can't scroll down too much at once), I've been in a state of limbo since my son was born. "Taking a break," so to speak. Every last bit of my coursework is complete. All I need is 2 semesters of an internship and I've got that degree in my grubby little hands. Hold it there sister, just one problem. This Summer, my six years is up. I will be applying for, and am hoping to receive, a one year extension on that deadline because I'm ready. Life happened, got in the way, and now I've got to finish.
So I'm about to press the gas pedal again and hopefully cruise to the exit. 800 hours of unpaid work away from my husband and son is what NOW looms on my horizon. It is going to suck. But the end result will be exciting because I will finish a dream and take a big step toward living out my purpose (more on THAT subject later. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here). Doors of opportunity will fly open off their hinges for me to walk through if I choose. At the very least they might squeak open a tiny crack and I can use the muscles I've gained over the past couple of years as a fitness instructor to push and kick them open all the way.
Excitement and fear feel very similar to me, so I don't know WHAT I'm feeling right now. All I know is that it's time to put my foot down on the gas instead of keeping it where it is--hovering over the brake, ready to end my journey for good. TWO SEMESTERS. That's IT. Time to finish the race.
Have you ever pressed on to finish something even though the journey was difficult? how did it turn out? How did you feel when it was over?