Cursive.

I remember learning to write cursive in elementary school.

I thought it was the most difficult path my life would ever cross.

On the other hand, I also thought cursive meant combining not only the letters of the word, but the words of the sentence.

I was an ambitious little thing.

I, also, was always bummed out that my last name was so low on the roster.

My number in class always ranged from 22-25.

And that’s not so fun when you are so ambitious and your worst enemy’s name is Ryan Weaver and is ALWAYS in your class.

But I look back now, to my biggest obstacles…

My biggest worries.

And to think they felt so big, but in reality were so minor.

So, I sit back and think, if looking back from where I am now can produce this thought…

then, if I just push through my current process, one day…hopefully soon….the same thought will come.

It’s not as if I have a different choice, but it does allow my mind some sort of vacation.

And, my goodness, you have no idea how much my mind has worked from 9-5 to acheive it’s time off.