Roll with it.

And so thus concludes another successful, or at least I hope-semester at Mason. Another semester done, one more closer to being done for good. As I looked around the room, half of which was a good ten years younger than me I admit, I had to give myself some made props.

I mean its not just anyone that can have a baby, be married into the NHL organization, work a full time job in the most powerful city in the world and still care enough to take two classes.

Not that it's easy. Believe me I will be the first one to tell you it isn't. In fact I can't tell you the number of times I have thought, you know how much easier it would be if I just gave up? Just said enough is enough. Because believe me the thought, has run through my mind on more than one occasion. Because it is tiring. And it is a lot of work. And sometimes I don't know how I am going to do everything. Or how I do everything.

But the truth is, if I did. If I just gave up. It wouldn't be who I am, a fighter. A never give up sort of person. Because while it may be a lot easier to do so, in the end it wouldn't really help any. And ten years from now, eighteen years from now when Logan looks at me and is trying to figure out his college choices-should that be the path he goes- I don't want to be that bad example. I want him to think if my mom can do it, I can do it. Because when he is choosing I don't want to regret not going.

So I don't. I continue to push. And I continue to trug along my merrily little way two classes at a time. Knowing that come five months from now, I am two more classes closer.

And by this time next year. I will have 7 left.

7...

thats it.

I can do this.
I will do this.