You’ve been having a tough time of it of late - well, for quite some time actually - and have had some pretty radical thoughts. Luckily, the “one step at a time, ever forward” part is stronger than the “why the hell do I even bother” part and I’ve seen some signs of progress.
Indian River State College.
Dental Laboratory Tech and Management.
Why yes, I was trained in that in the Air Force some upteen years ago. Not something you can pick right back up on though, so I did a little college hunting. Seems there’s only two schools for it in Florida and IRSC seems like it might be a good fit.
It’s a scary proposition. I’ll be fifty years old next month. Long time since any type of schooling. Long time since any kind of hope. But though my boot straps are broken, I’m getting a tight grip on what’s left of them and pulling as hard as I can. I’m thinking positive, pushing through my fear, and damning the torpedoes.
No promises on that college softball team thing though.
Encased in ice as thin and flexible as skin
Breaths so shallow not even the air moves
Silence as loud as rushing water in my ears
Where, then, the peace of ending?
One foot in front of the other. No matter how thick the mud is that’s sucking the shoes off your feet. One step. Then two. Ever forward. Ever onward. Don’t stop. Don’t look down. Don’t look back.