Just wrote my third research paper in eight days. An audible sigh burst from my school-burdened lips. What a sense of relief I got from feeling like I am moving in the right direction as I continue to slowly and methodically accomplish my goals.
Waking up on my day off from work, brushing my teeth and typing thirteen pages on my laptop – what has my life come to? I pose that question jokingly because I know exactly what my life has come to. I am an independent, successful, driven woman who is fixed on getting her degree. I don’t care if I am resuming school at the ripe old age of thirty-four. Better late than never and boy does that feel good.
Hugo and I already made celebratory plans that include drinks at the Peninsula Hotel lounge in Beverly Hills, followed by a culinary adventure at Spago (Wolfgang Puck’s restaurant, also in BH). I will get straight A’s and finish at the top of my class just for the fine dining alone!