In less than two weeks, the journey that I set out on to get my master’s degree will be over. Here are 10 lessons I’ve learned since enrolling at the University of Georgia.
Today, I’m going to list the things that make me happy. This way, I’ll always have something to refer to when I’m down, and I can use them as motivation to keep pushing forward.
Time heals all wounds. It’s a cliché, but I think it’s true.
You are someone important, and you owe it to yourself to face whatever you’ve been been running from, and take back your life.
When you look good on the outside, it motivates you to make your inside match.
I don’t want to be anyone’s prey anymore, and I’m learning to protect myself by saying no to situations that make me uncomfortable, or that I know I can’t afford to be involved in.
Over the past few months, I’ve learned that there are two types of selfishness that people exude: the first kind is a more positive form that I think is the hardest to grasp, especially for people-pleasers. We would rather suffer just to make others happy. We’re givers, making us easy targets for takers, which leads me to the second type of selfishness.
I occasionally write poetry. It’s usually when I’m going through some sort of emotional turmoil. It’s an outlet, one that helps me get that awful, painful stuff out in a way that’s both healthy and beautiful. Here’s one I wrote about a month ago.
We’ve all done it. We’ve broken up with someone and want to know how they’re doing, only we don’t want them to know that, so we watch from a distance (or behind our computer screens). We start off by telling ourselves that it’ll just be one time, then we won’t do it anymore. We just want to see if they’ve moved on, if they post about us, if they’ve changed their photo, etc.