So something really, really awesome happened this weekend.
If you’re friends with me on Facebook or follow me on Instagram you might know this already but if you don’t – well, *this* happened.
I screamed. I rejoiced. I cried.
Okay, I didn’t really screamed – I was in shock – but I did cry.
Fat wet tears of holy shit, I did it, I am doing it. I am on roll.
I have been really stressed out this entire school year. Let’s just say that senior year has kick me in rear like you wouldn’t believe. So receiving that letter… email justified all the late nights and early mornings, the stressed induced hair loss around exam time, the constant the stress knot on my shoulders/neck – it was all for a reason.
While I know there will be many more late nights and this knot on my back/neck will not be going away anytime soon – It felt good.
It felt good, and I cried. My poor husband kept telling me “I knew you’d get it. Be happy!” And I was happy but I cried. I cried because I didn’t think I would get in. All I kept thinking since turning in my applications were the people that have told before that I am stupid. That I am too dumb to go to any worthwhile college and graduate. That I could never be in a top-notch program. And I guess some part of me believed those people saying all those things.
It felt good because life has thrown more than one curveball my way but I’m still standing. And I am standing proud.
I know this probably doesn’t seem like the cheerful, dance party, complete jubilation post that maybe it should be but trust me – I am so, so happy, and proud of myself to the point that I’m considering printings this out and framing it. Either way, if you take anything away from this it should be this:
Don’t listen to all those negative nancies and don’t ever give up on pursuing your dreams, because maybe, just maybe, they will come true.