I've been walking across Northern Spain on the Camino Frances for the past month and (nearly) half. From Sant Jean, France to Santiago, Spain.

I have had a really shitty school life (this will make sense I promise), all of it my fault of course. I struggled through just about everything and graduated college by the skin of my nose. I kept feeling like for every step I took, I'd take several backwards and that I graduated simply because I put the time into it. Outside of that? Nothing. I've lived an incredibly boring life, with nothing of note.

When I started the Camino, I saw these people who had been on it for days, and figured I'd be lucky to get this far (I took a bus to the "beginning" from a point that was on it down the line). I felt like a kid on the first day of Kindergarten.

I'm one day from finishing. I've taken multi-day breaks, I've taken short days, I've felt miserable more times than I can count, I've had groups that I've traveled with abandon me, and I've felt lonelier than I've even been. But I haven't stopped. I never walked back. It's always been in one direction, and never in the opposite. I've even met people that started at a point well after I did struggling along.

My realization? I finally have something I can be genuinely proud of. And I seriously have never felt this before. It feels good.