This Moment in Time

In this one of many possible lives, we are oft-convinced there is something out there for us considerably better than the present. It is often helpful, however, to step aside and clasp our hands together, in appreciation of the moment itself. 


I finally have a bachelor's degree. 

Given the theme of this blog, you might think it's in something a bit... rustic. English, maybe? Possibly Agriculture? Biology? Surely, something related to nature! Admirable guesses, but you'd be mistaken. In reality, I am versed not in any arboreal-related field, but in the ways of the trees in cyberspace. I have a Bachelor's of Science in computer science. 

It's not a bed of roses. I had to work a lot harder than I had anticipated. My first year was interrupted by the COVID pandemic, and I fear my mind (and work ethic) never truly recovered from those days of alienation and shriveling motivation. I nearly quit during my first semester after shedding tears in the library bathroom after failing their first calculus test. I nearly fell face-first at the finish line, my final research project having stalled. Had my professor/advisor not been so compassionate, the course of my life would have been irreparably shifted.   

I probably would have given up many times over, had I not received the encouragement and assistance from the many folks I've met along the way: my beautiful wife, my supportive and selfless mother, my many friends, and especially my college advisor. The present-- this current moment-- would not exist had it not been for their contributions. For this, I will forever be thankful. 



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