So I have a question: where the fuck did my junior year go?

I’ve been having a pretty weird week (and I’m probably about to have a weirder weekend). Why? Because this week/weekend one year ago was a pretty pivotal point in my life. I woke up this morning to a lovely notification from Facebook’s “memories” feature, reminding me of exactly where I was and what I was doing a year ago. And, looking at this weekend, the same frats are having the same parties with the same people (mostly). But I’m a totally different person.

I’ve changed a lot in the past year, and I think it’s all for the better. I don’t miss what was. But, facing such a distinct landmark in time is weird. It makes you stop and think about everything that is going on now, because you have something to compare it to in the past. It’s a reference point, and it’s freaking me out.

I think we are all a little change resistant (p.7), but sometimes change can be good (p. 4). It can be weird/scary/sad to be faced with the end of something—especially if it’s an end that you didn’t see coming—but sometimes it can be the best thing to happen to you and, regardless, things always, always work out.

This year feels like it flew by, but I don’t want to go back to the way things were a year ago. Instead of getting hung up on things that have already happened, I’m going to make this weekend mean something else. I don’t know what it will be yet, but when it rolls around in another year I promise that I will not be thinking about what I am now.

Whatever change you are facing, take it as an opportunity to expand on yourself. Being static is incredibly boring and change is fun, you just have to let it happen.