Have I mentioned that I’m going to college? A time or two, maybe?

My first semester starts two weeks from tomorrow. I’ve gulped my way through the syllabus for my 3-D Design class. But the real anxiety kicked in yesterday when my books arrived, including the math text for the lowest level math I could possibly take. The one that assumes three semesters of high school algebra. I had that … over THIRTY YEARS AGO!

This is the point where I feel like running, screaming, into the woods.

It reminds me of the feeling I had when I went into labor with each of my children. When the first contractions would start, it all became real. This was happening. No turning back. I would have to go through hours of labor, transition and birth. Then the real work would begin.

This time I could turn back. I could go running, screaming, into the woods. I could choose to not take this challenge. This challenge that I chose in the first place.

I could.
But I won’t.

This degree means that much to me.

I want to prove to myself that I can do this. Everyone else seems to be so sure of me. While internally, I am struggling with my confidence, I am drawing strength from the belief others have.

I want to say to others who start late in the game that this is still possible. Though I am certain of my degree path, just like most college students, I am not sure what I will do with this degree once I attain it. For now, it is enough to be learning new things, exercising my mind and stretching myself beyond what I think is possible.

I want my children to see me chasing my own dreams and committing to the work it will take. I want to be an example to them of working hard to accomplish the things beyond what I even knew I could do..There is probably  a series of posts I could write about the juxtaposition of unschooling my children while pursuing a college education for myself.

No amount of math anxiety is going to keep me from doing this.

I have a new thought process in which I am trying to live present.

What if I expect the best from any situation?

What if I expect the best from myself? from my teachers? from my family?

What if I expect the best from this math class? from my 3-D design class? from the entire college experience and my achievements there?

It’s going to be fine.

More than fine. 
It’s going to be the best.

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