I've been struggling hard this semester.
I went through a custody case and made better grades than I have this semester.
I guess that's because I didn't go through a miscarriage before going through the custody case.
It's all added up.
It's been a hard 15 months or so.
Today I met with my professors and an advisor to see what I need to do about the remaining credits for my degree.
Apparently I'm not a total loss for this semester yet, but it's close. If I can snap out of it and buckle down (Think: Miracle.) I can pass my classes without ruining my GPA. There's only two more weeks to drop classes.
After speaking to the advisor, I realize I can taste the finish line. As in, I'm only four classes away from graduating and heading to the university after this semester.
If I can survive.
So, I have a goal.
Goal = To survive.
I'll be bursting my ass for the next two months to ensure I pass these classes and continue forward.
If all goes according to plan, I'll be taking two classes in the Spring and two classes in the Summer and then I'll be done.
Wish me luck.
Say a prayer.
I'm totally going to do this.
I can do this.
Just watch and see.