When I arrived back to my dorm in August, my mind was already set on how busy I knew the semester was going to be. I had to juggle a job, various leadership positions, sorority business, a social life and stay on top of my grades. I didn’t know exactly how I was going to survive, but all I knew was that I had to get my head in the game.
Here we are now in November, and after a number of mental breakdowns, tears and anxiety attacks, I’ve realized that all my trials and tribulations this semester have taught me one important thing, and that’s how to love myself and practice patience.
When I set my mind on one thing, I obsess over it. I have to make sure it’s perfect and done right away. And when things don’t go my way, I panic and start to have major anxiety. It makes me unaware of who I really am, as if I’m not able to achieve anything.
But what I’ve realized is that I can achieve anything with just a little patience. I am capable of doing the impossible and nothing can get in my way. I just have to wait for it.
I’ve discovered a new found love and it’s with myself.
I’ve seen how inspiring I am to others. I’ve seen the lives I’ve touched by simply being as caring as I am. I have a lot of things to be proud of, even when I don’t feel like I don’t.
I’ve achieved more than most young adults my age and that was something I really didn’t appreciate in the beginning. Because of all the obstacles I’ve been through in a single semester, I have a lot to celebrate.
So as the semester winds down and I reflect on everything that has happened, I can say I am extremely proud of the woman I’m becoming. I’m praying I’m just as empowered next semester.