fun drinking game: take a shot of water every couple hours to make sure you’re healthy and hydrated
That moment when you really stop giving a fuck and finish a five page paper in less than two hours just so you can say you’re done with finals.
I can see it.
The finish line.
It is right in front of me.
It’s waving at me to hurry and come.
It has had the patience to even wait an extra year, just for me.
And now, even though it’s literally ONE step away.
I can’t seem to put one foot in front of another.
And walk through that finish line.
It’s the easiest part of the entire race.
I just need one more step and I can break through that glorious finish line that I’ve been dreaming of for years.
Five years I’ve been running towards this finish line.
For two years I thought if I just made it past the halfway mark, I’d be fine.
For one year I slowed down, stopped trying.
For another year I got distracted by things that were once never a priority
For a little less than a year, I found myself in a place I would never wish upon anyone else.
For a few months, I found myself sprinting, unsure if it was from joy or fear.
I’ve endured and overcome obstacles I never thought I would have to face.
Obstacles I never thought I’d be able to get past.
And now all I have to do is walk one last step.
Yet I find myself stuck.
Staring at what could be mine.
What should be mine.
And instead of being there.
With no one to blame.