IMG_0325Looking back at this picture reminds me of how stressed out I was this time last year. I was waiting on news from one class to inform me as to whether I was going to be a graduate or not. I took my photos and planned my celebration party; just to find out that I wouldn’t be.

I bet you can imagine my disappointment. If you can’t, I’ll put it into perspective. I had a plan to receive my Associates of Business degree within a year and a half, making my grad year 2015. Once I found out that the courses I needed wouldn’t allow me to do that, I decided I would finish in the recommended two years. I took on 15-18 credit hours each semester, which is more than a full schedule. I was so close. So close, but that wasn’t enough. On the verge of dropping out completely, I decided to switch my major. I talked to an academic adviser and got everything squared away. Or so I thought. It turned out that the new path I was on, wouldn’t help me get the degree I was looking for. That was a semester wasted degree wise (not course wise).

After all of the chaos that occurred last year, I made the decision to go back and complete my Business degree, since all I needed was that one class. I held my breathe for so long. I cried and had anxiety attacks. And then came the news.

I PASSED. I found out at work and couldn’t control my excitement.

So, with that all being said: yes, I realize the date on my cap is wrong. For me, it is a reminder that things don’t always happen when you want them to. Things happen when they are meant to. I have gained patience and the realization that hard work really does pay off. So in a way, the words did ring true for 2016. That is when a different kind of story began.

For those who have, or are going to ask what I have planned next, the answer is I don’t know. My plan is to live everyday to the fullest and to be present in every moment. I’m still trying to figure out what the next best step for me is and what I would like to do. I decided that I’m not going to focus solely on the future and stress myself out. I will take it one day at a time.

For now, it’s time to celebrate.


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