I Don’t Have to Write This

The ways we think massively influence our actions.

Trust me, I almost have a bachelor’s in psychology. *nervous laughter*

I complain too much. My days turn into flurries of “I have to do this, and I have to do that, and then I have to do something else that I forgot to do earlier because I’m a scatterbrain…” and that mental litany of things I have to do leaves me exhausted.

Aren’t we supposed to be living our lives the way we want to? I mean, what’s the point of all this buzzing around if we don’t enjoy it or find it rewarding?

A few nights ago, I had a revelation.

Instead of complaining about how much we have to do, why don’t we look on the bright side? Why don’t we think about the opportunities we have? Why don’t we re-frame our tasks into things we get to do?

Wouldn’t we all be a little happier?

Six Months

In October, my friend reminded me we had exactly seven months until graduation. After telling her to stop because that’s a banned topic, I started thinking about how much I still want to grow during my remaining time in college, and how I want to keep growing even after I walk across the stage.

The past four years have transformed my heart. But in order to get some perspective, I don’t even need to look that far back. Freshman-year-me feels like a distant memory (and it’s not just because of my haircut).

Six months ago, I was a mess. A nervous wreck. I didn’t know how to see my own value, I didn’t know how to speak up. Maybe you can relate.

In the intervening time, I’ve become more self-assured, more confident. Better at being honest. Better at walking away from situations that don’t grow me. Better at recognizing my God-given identity.

I’m writing this post now because I’ve grown a lot in the last six months, but in my last six months as a college student, I want to grow even more.

This semester has been more jam-packed than any other. As a senior (getting more comfortable with that word too), I’ve been thinking about my future more and more and that’s something we don’t get enough credit for.

Six months from now, it will be May again. I’ll be graduating from college. Embarking on my next adventure.

The months have flown by like pages in a book I still have to write, flicker second by second as if word by word and then the whole dictionary is gone. We can rewrite our dictionaries and create new references through which we define ourselves.

A lot can happen in six months.