Read all of my musings of the world, unedited.
Sometimes, we all need a little pat on the back. And after a week of 30 page research papers, graduate presentations, and final exams – I feel like I need a hug.
I have written a lot of love letters in my life. To boys, to friends, even to Bryant University. But I have never written one to myself. So here goes nothing.
This week is dedicated to me. And whoever clicked on this link. Thanks for coming along with me on this ride for the last 16 weeks (like how have I already been blogging for almost 4 MONTHS already??).
Over the last 16 weeks, I have let you all into my life. You have seen the bad and the good, the ugly and the broken. My #MeToo story. A love letter to my favorite place on earth.
I have said goodbyes to the people who have hurt me; and let go of the pain that they caused.
I have impulsively chopped off my hair (twice since starting this blog); and watched it grow back.
I learned what it was like to have someone you love come back to you; but know they are not meant for you anymore.
I have worried that I wasn’t successful enough, or smart enough, or brave enough; and I realized that I was.
I have stressed over assignments and life choices and boys and friendships – and I am glad you have all (hopefully) stuck around for the ride.
I always believed in that corny saying: if you fall down seven times, stand up eight.
I may not know where I am headed or what the future will be like. I may have ZERO clue what I want to do after I walk across that stage in May (for a second time).
But I do know the following:
I have the best, best friends in the world (sap alert).
I have been so fortunate to see some of the prettiest places on the planet.
I have an awesome family, who agrees to watch Stranger Things with me - even though we are afraid of basically everything.
As much as I hate living at home – I am so, so lucky to have a mom who will do my laundry and cook my meals for me.
I am so lucky that I get to go to my favorite place on the planet every week and learn about things that I am passionate about.
As 2017 draws to a close, I have a lot to think about. This year was tough. It was easily one of the best and worst years of my life. But hey, I’m still standing.
So, here’s to all those people who are trying to stand back up. Whether it’s your first time falling down; your first heartbreak, your first bad grade, your first PGL mental breakdown…. Keep standing up.
Merry Christmas everyone – and until next time,