Done!

Seven years.

Dozens of semesters.

Forty-nine classes.

Forty-four years.

I am a college graduate.

If you had told me ten years ago that I would have returned to college and completed my degree, I would have thought you were crazy.  But here I am, in 2016, a college graduate. Really, a college graduate.  With a diploma, mortar  board, tassel and all.  Of course, I march to the beat of a different drum and my mortar board hosts a set of mouse ears. Mickey Mouse ears, of course.

I have so much to be excited for.  I graduated summa cum laude, have no student loans and the world is at my feet.  My future is completely in my hands.  That is what my degree means to me.  I don’t have to worry about looking a classified ads and weeding out the ones that say “college degree required.”  I don’t have to worry about losing my job and being unable to make a lateral move (or move up!).

My seven years in college, as a grown woman with a husband, daughter and home, has taught me so much more than what I would have gained if I had continued my college career at age 19.

Stay tuned…