It is with much deliberation and purpose that I am writing this blog entry. The past year has brought on so many different events and obstacles that staying up to date on my blog was not quite at the forefront of my mind. I plan on eventually going back and documenting the past year and all that occurred, but as of now I would rather talk about the past month and a half and the present.
I started my sophomore year! Not quite the way I had hoped, but we have to cut down to be built up again. Through a very rough couple of weeks I emerged with not much to call my own, except an 18 credit schedule, and a minimal level of sanity. The title of this post is meant to be a double connection between both how my sophomore year started, and how I tend to struggle with the notion of defeat. Now, I don't want this post to take on the form of rant rant rant whine whine whine my life sucks why am I on this planet kind of stuff, but just to try and put things in a more eloquent and objective perspective than they would be out loud.
My new saying is "It's not the end of the world".
I know that I am filled to be emptied again, and that is how I am meant to live.
I am stronger than this.
Love y'all!
