Life's tough all over. For everyone. Whenever I feel like life is hard, I just remind myself that there is someone somewhere in this world who has it much worse. And that's also true for everybody. Not just me.
At the end of the day, I'm the one that I answer to. I'm the person who will always be with me, regardless of what I do in my life. You can't make your decisions based on what other people will think of you. You just have to go with what is right in your heart.
I'm also learning that my older brother isn't as smart as I always thought he was. In fact, I'm REALLY starting to feel like the older sibling right now. It's ridiculous. And he's being ridiculous. I believe that people have a right to make their own decisions, and he's a big boy who can make big boy decisions, but I honestly think he is so stupid sometimes.
Yesterday I had my first day of calling real alumni from the U of M. Most of the people were mean. That's just the way it is. There were about 2 people who were actually nice to me. One of them sticks out in my mind; this one lady, Alice, who I called. She gave a $10 donation, which doesn't sound like much, but what mattered was that she was willing to give. We had a wonderful conversation. She made a world of a difference in my life yesterday, just because she was nice and was willing to talk to me. And I decided that that one instance far outweighed all of the angry people that I talked to on the phone. One person. Just one. I won't remember the specifics of any of the angry people that I talked to, but I will remember her and how nice she was.
Life is rough. Nobody ever said it was going to be easy. And if you ever thought it was easy for anyone, you were probably wrong. There are probably things that you don't know about them, things that they haven't told you. It's impossible to be everything to everyone. I've known this for a long time, and so I refuse to start trying to be everything to everyone. We all struggle everyday. There are days when it seems like it would be so much easier to just quit than to continue to carry on. There are days when I wonder if the University of Minnesota will own me until the end of time (okay, so that's an exaggeration, but it's pretty close). But I know that it's the only way I'll be able to get through school without having to be in debt for the rest of my life. And at least I'll know that I didn't just get lucky. I'll know that I worked hard for what I wanted. But it's worth it, because I can be with people and maybe I can make a world of a difference to someone, like Alice did last night. So I'm okay with it. All of the mean and angry people I talked to on the phone can sit and wallow in their anger. That's their own decision.
I'm getting more stubborn as I get older, but I'm okay with that too. Totally.
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