Throwback to 2 years ago. ✌
I regret rushing through college in 3 years. I regret pushing myself too hard. I regret not focusing on taking caring of myself mentally, physically, or socially.
But I'm proud of myself too. 💖
I'm proud of myself for sticking through it, through one of the hardest times in my life. I'm proud of not the grades I earned, but the things I learned. I'm proud of getting accepted to 2 PhD programs, because that's not something a lot of people can say. I'm proud of putting myself out there in my later years with the clubs and classes I chose.
To the class of 2018: congratulations.
I hope that you take your regrets as lessons learned, and don't dwell on them as anything more than that.
And I hope that you are proud of what you accomplished over your college career. I hope you put aside any bad feelings you have about yourself and are able to see the great things you've achieved for how amazing they are.
You're gonna go far, kid.
And if where you land isn't exactly where you expected, don't sweat it. 🤷🏼 I never thought I'd be here in a million years, and I'm doing okay. 😉