There were countless times during these past months when I sat staring at my online lectures, questions swirling through my mind: Why did I even enroll for this at this age? What am I trying to prove, and to whom?
It wasn’t easy. Far from it. The late nights, the early mornings, and those endless hours trying to figure out solutions, learn concepts I had never encountered before, and keep my focus, it felt relentless. Sitting through the exams was a mental and emotional battle. The challenge wasn’t just academic; it was personal.
This isn’t the first time I’ve pursued a degree amidst major life transitions. I took my Master’s in IT when my youngest was a newborn those were days of cramming for exams in between midnight feedings and nap schedules. Now, I find myself here again, this time juggling a Mechanical Engineering course as another child stepped to university. Life’s timing hasn’t exactly been ideal, but maybe that’s the point. Growth rarely waits for convenience.
I hope it was worth it. I truly do. If nothing else, this journey has reminded me of my own resilience. It’s taught me that learning is a lifelong process, and perseverance often means pushing through the self-doubt and exhaustion to chase something bigger something that perhaps I can’t fully articulate yet.
I didn’t do this to prove anything to anyone else. Maybe I did it to remind myself that it’s never too late. That dreams can evolve. Pursuing knowledge, no matter how hard it gets, is a gift. I just hope this season of effort will eventually bear fruit in whatever form it’s meant to.
For now, I’m taking a breath. I’m choosing to be proud of what I’ve endured, regardless of the outcome. This chapter is not over yet I have 7 for semesters to beat ...it may have tested my limits, but it hasn’t broken me.
To all the late-night thinkers and tired dreamers, keep going. We’ve got this.