I was freshly 18 my first freshman year of college.

I partied instead of going to classes, ended up pregnant, and dropped out.

Tried again in my 20s.

Was doing GREAT.  3.9 GPA - a gym class got me 🤣

And then life went wonky.  Came home from a work study shift tutoring philosophy and math to discover my then-husband packing his bags with our then-roommate... I ended up dropping classes to deal with that mess.

Told myself I'd go back when I got life straight again.

It took me 20 years.

I went back in January.

I'll be 46 next month.

I'll graduate with my bachelor's degree 30 years after I graduated from high school.

Never. Too. Late.

Devotional polytheist living a monastic lifestyle centered on curiosity, simplicity, and joy.  Exploring the intersection of technology and spirituality.