Yet another day?

It seems like the days are passing like a long walk lately.  One after the other, like one foot after the other.  They're not unpleasant, and they seem to have a goal, or destination.  Yet with each step, we find ourselves closer to the end, whatever that is.  In my case, I hope that it's another beginning place.  For the first time in a long time, I'm actively engaged in something that is going to lead to something else.  Maybe I'm just more conscious of it?  I'm working on a Master's degree in Counseling.  I am half-way through the program now, and have just as far to go as I've already come.  At times it seems amazing, at other, kind of an "eh" feeling.  I am enjoying the process, with the minor exception of the statistics class.  I didn't enjoy that very much, but it's interesting in that when I finished, I briefly considered going back and taking more math classes.  I may do that, after I finish this degree.  There is an elegance in numbers, and I feel a distinct lack in not being able to do them.  I now understand why my sons both like math.  I've always been a word person, and have always done better with words than numbers.  I think if I get more into numbers, it could round me out a bit.  I don't think I'm going to put up a poem with this post, just rambling.  Maybe later today?