Looking back at my life, ya know, the past 20 years or so, I’ve had it super good. I have a family that loves me, I’ve always had a roof over my head, good grades, didn’t need to worry about homework or college or getting a job, having great hair, none of that.
And then I got to college. I figured, yeah it’d be like high school. I was gonna be a rock star and be automatically awesome at everything including school. In my first semester, I had pulled 3 all-nighters, skipped more than half of my math lectures, almost failed calculus and gotten a 2.9 GPA. If you know the struggle bus, man, I was driving that thing like it was my job. The struggle was as real as it was going to get. And it didn’t get much better. Second semester, I was still trying to make it as an engineering student. The Dangerous Duo of Math and Science continued to stomp on my grades and my self-esteem.
And then it clicked.
College wasn’t about me trying to be someone who I had been convinced I had to be, but rather college is about forming who I wanted to be. It was about embracing my strengths and finding passion in subject matter that interested me and got me excited about learning. Now, I’m a full-blown Communications major with an interest in religion, art and creative writing. It may seem like I should have known this all along, but the truth is that I didn’t. I was so blind to seeing the amazing opportunities the world has to offer that it spun me into a dark hole I never expected to fall into.
But here’s the thing: Everybody hits a low point.
At some point, you’re going to struggle. Who knows what that struggle may be (school, life, deciding what to order at Wendy’s) but it’s going to happen. You’re human.
But you have to pick yourself up. Put on your sneakers. Find what you love. And go for it.