It’s official! With what seemed like an endless amount of essays, papers, and projects to write, hundreds of pages of textbooks to read, and discussion groups that seemed to go on forever – I am finally done!! Ironically, I was also looking at my calendar and realized exactly five years ago, I was laying on the operating table, having an ICD put in, not knowing where my life would be headed after. Scared and unsure, I truly didn’t know what to expect at that time or have any idea whether my health would actually get better or continue to get worse. Nor did I know what path I would continue on in life itself or expect to be going back to school to work towards another degree! But here I am, closing yet another chapter of my life. Once all the formalities are done over the next few weeks, I will have my Bachelors Degree in hand, along with a sense of accomplishment in achieving a goal I had set out to do just a few years ago. Sure, there were some days I was completely exhausted, other days I struggled to keeps my eyes open. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t stressed out sometimes – who wouldn’t be. Trying to balance being a mom with working full time and going to school full time was a challenge. Anxiety did mount and there were a few times I questioned whether I was putting myself under too much stress, stress that wasn’t good for my heart.
Know your limits, but never stop trying to exceed them.
~Author Unknown
But I made it – and with great grades to boot! I could have easily chosen not to go to school, or I could have chosen to quit when the road go tough…but I didn’t. I had a wonderful family who supported my decision to go back, an incredible son and boyfriend who took care of things at home while I studied and concentrated on school, and incredibly understanding friends who understood my social life would have to be put on hold. Now I can finally turn my attention to writing my blog and book in my spare time; setting out on yet another couple of goals I want to work towards to complete. What a nice change of pace it will be to write what I want to write about rather than what I have to write about.

here once existed a time when walking into a store to purchase sneakers, you essentially had two colors to choose from; white or black which was then accented with a small amount of color. On a recent trip to purchase a pair of running sneakers, I felt as though I had stepped into a box of crayons, surrounded by all sorts of colors with crazy names to boot. From bubble gum pink to zesty orange, electric blue to slim green – the color combinations were endless!! I had absolutely no idea where to start. As the salesman approached me, I imagine he could read the overwhelmed look I had written across my face.
Fruit don’t belong on your feet and neither did this pair of sneakers, so it was on to the next pair. Next, black Skechers decked out in a variety of bright candy colors. Looking at them made me think of the colors of gumballs coming out of the gumball machine. Pinks, yellows, blues, and greens; a sweet combinations that did not fit so sweetly afterall. This was soon followed up by a pair of pink Nike’s that looked as though I had stuck my foot in a bucket of Pepto Bismol. Needless to say, these didn’t fit my feet comfortably and no doubt were making me nauscious just staring at them. Before long, I was trying to cram my feet into a pair of Caution tape,
bright yellow sneakers. Perhaps the color was an indication not to try the sneakers on in the first place, warning me to stay away because as soon as I put those on, I knew right away they were clearly not right for me.



