I woke up this morning. It's like dying, I thought. Even the words they use. Term. Terminal. It's like school is a cancer.
And then I cringed and rubbed the sleep off my five am face and asked myself the question I was not literally dying to ask.
Is this even worth it?
I tried to think back on how many things I have asked that question about before I pursued them. And then I tried to think about if they actually were worth it in the end.
Most were.
Most are.
So. I am counting the weeks, and I am doing the work. I am pushing myself. I am drinking the coffee. I am waking up early, and I am walking, walking, walking.
I am building the worth.
My days are worthwhile.
I am proving that to myself.
Now, I will go buy 75 cent coffee from the vending machine and head to astronomy class.
I get to learn about the stars.
