For the past 16 weeks I worked my butt off taking three Master level courses. Each class had a major project that spanned the semester. The weekly work load was overwhelming at times. On Saturday’s, sometime Sunday’s, I would breathe a sigh of relief when I crossed the final task of the week from the list. When COVID became a reality and social isolation a mandate, I was grateful for the extra time to study.
Painstakingly, for the past two weeks, I’ve been diligent in my prayers. “Lord, help me finish well.” Yesterday, when I pushed “Save and Submit” on my final test, I held my breath. Finally, I was done. With the exception of responding to a couple of discussion boards, I have completed the most difficult semester of my Masters journey thus far. I earned an 80 on the test, giving me a final grade of 91.5. A low “A” is the reward for my work in all of my classes. Anti-climatic is the only way to describe the feeling.
And that is that! Now what?
I have books waiting in my kindle library to read. C.S. Lewis’s “The Great Divorce” is at the top of my list. Yet yesterday afternoon, in the anti-climatic moment after finishing my final, the book was of no interest to me. Maybe I will start it today?
Or perhaps I will spend time with my girls, Grace and Frankie. Jane Fonda is 82 years old. She is more active and in better shape than I am. As my mother used to say, “I should feel ashamed of myself.” I do Mom:-). However, I never professed that I’m an aerobic guru like Jane. But I do admire her. And now I’ve learned she’s a blogger. A blog I may find myself visiting in my spare time.
Gratefully, the weather is consistently warmer. The rain, hopefully will start to lessen. Perhaps now is the time to begin an new exercise regime? I could organize a step challenge, or possibly a Zoom book club. Or perhaps I will do nothing. That option is always available as well.
