Readers, ladies, gentlemen, and the occasional shameless wearers of Birkenstocks–I come to you with a self assessment. A re-evaluation of sorts. It’s that time in my life where I look at the questionable decisions I’ve made and try to brush them under the rug, in a very Britney Spears circa 2007 manner.
Obviously, being a twenty-something-year-old college student is tough. You’re figuring out life, you’re making very large decisions, and to be honest most of us are throwing back shots of bottom-shelf vodka on a Thursday when we have a paper due at 11:59PM. At this point, we should be pros at juggling it all, right? Actually, it’s quite the opposite.
See, with coming into a university, joining a fraternity, and throwing half of my self respect out of the window by wearing flip flops and jeans to class, I’ve notably lost some of my own self direction. Over the past semesters I’ve learned that not only is it okay to slip and unapologetically dress like a store employee from Hollister Co., but it’s also okay to actually NOT have everything planned out, and to make mistakes that put you in tough situations. Thats life. Believe it or not, after college the decisions we may have had to make in our university lives are only half the capacity of what we will ultimately decide when we start our careers.
Look at it like this, everything you have done up to this point has got you to where you are now. Every second you talk to someone, every place you have decided to shop,
every time you decided to wear that frumpy sweater you got on sale at urban outfitters. Each decision you make, as minuscule as it is, has lead you here–to even read this article. So why would you regret those decisions? You’ve had bad experiences sure, but theres no doubt that you have some amazing memories.
So I close this re-evaluation with a simple task for all you Thirsty Thursday regulars out there: Live. Do you want to make up time and memories you’ve lost, or do you want to wake up to new possibilities and adventures?
Yours never so regretfully,
– Taylor B.