on being a student again.
In the morning, I wake up. It's always with a grudging demeanor that I roll out of bed early in the morning. Keep in mind that to me, any time before 9 a.m. is early.
I trudge into the bathroom, because once I'm awake, I find it hard to carry on with my day until I've brushed my teeth. Brushing them when I first wake up will mean that I need to brush them again before I leave the house, but, like I said, it's worth it to me.
Then, I make my way into the kitchen. The coffee pot sits in the corner, on the counter, like a beacon of hope & caffeination. I smile at it - at least internally, for I don't think my facial muscles are capable of a smile before noon - & know that soon, I will feel good.
I sit down at the computer, steaming cup in hand, & open the Internet browser. This is my favorite way to start the day. In the quiet of the early morning, before the puppy in the apartment above starts loping about, chasing its toys.
The caffeine kicks in as I navigate my favorite blogs. I begin opening more browsers to accommodate my growing interests, plans, & research topics. And all too soon, my phone alarm signals the end of this free time, this luxury.
And then, oftentimes, it's off to school.
I can't adequately express my joy at being a student again. Nor can I express my gratitude that my husband is able to provide for our family, in order that I may take this route. Being a student again inspires me, reminds me that there is hope for me yet. It is that extra push I need in order to rise earlier, to get more done, to add more to my to-do list. It is the reason I keep reaching & hoping & dreaming. It is a God-send. Thank you.
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