Support

Having support makes all the difference in my life. I feel like everyone has a different support system in their lives and that’s great! In my mind, whatever works for you does just that, it works. I was always the person to try and go at everything alone, only recently have I learned to trus14606438_10154026643188716_2561341434744195259_nt people, delegate and rely on people for things. It really has completely changed my life. My biggest support system is my boyfriend. I don’t really know how I was surviving my crazy life before I met him. He listens to me rant, rave and cry on a daily basis and he’s always there to listen. I don’t know how he does it, but I’m so thankful that he does. Whether your support system is your family, boyfriend/girlfriend, a professor or a good friend it doesn’t really matter. All that matter is that someone is there to pick you up when you feel like life is falling apart.footer

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Can This Semester Just End?

Is it just me or does this semester seem far worse than any other? I have been living the busy life sinbusy-beece the minute I stepped foot on my campus. That being said, this semester feels like it is dragging by. We haven’t even been in school for a month and it feels like I’ve been going for months and months. I don’t think it’s just me either, on a daily basis I hear people talking about how crazy this semester is ALREADY! Let me know if you guys feel the same way in the comments because this is crazy! God bless everyone and hopefully we all stay sane this semester! Good luck all you busy bees! footer

It’s Okay To Break Down

 

Today I completely lost it. I was sitting in my office, I got up from my desk, shut the door and cried for a good 10 minutes. It was one of those body shaking cries too, it was serious. After about 10 minutes I told myself it was time to get it together, I told myself that I could do this and it was j14322755_10153934404678716_1404825938488565663_nust a bad day. It was definitely a bad day. I had been in class all morning and rushing from meeting to meeting all afternoon and I was just done. I was spent, I couldn’t do anymore and it seemed like everyone needed something. I just cried, I let out all my frustration and I let myself cry. Now if you know me personally you know that I am not a crier, I hate to cry. I also know that I am not Superwoman even though I do pretend to be. I’ve realized since I came to college that crying is okay. It doesn’t make me weak, it just means I’ve been strong for too long. If you’re feeling overwhelmed and spent, cry it out. Give yourself 10-15 minutes of cry time, then pick yourself up, dust off, put on a smile and keep going. It’s just a bad day, not a bad life. footer