This morning when my alarm went off at 6:30 a.m. I found myself doubting this whole school thing. Not because I don't want to finish my degree, because I do. Plus - today's class is Typography. A fontaholic in a typography class... it's a surreal experience for sure. But the doubt probably came in because these 10 weeks in this semester is giving me a different kind of challenge that I honestly don't want to deal with. (And even typing it here makes me seem like a whiney baby.) A Saturday class eliminates 25% of my weekend. My weekends are very precious to me and I'm generally very selfish with how much of my time I give up to anyone.
But then I'm reminded of the goal.
I'm so close to achieving this goal I've set for myself. A goal I've tried achieving three different times in the past but failed at. But this time I'm going to succeed. So these next 9 Saturdays when the alarm goes off at 6:30 a.m., I'm going to try had to remember that it's all about success and achieving goals and proving how awesome I am.