I am so excited about this summer it’s hard to put into words so I’ll write it out as best as I can. The beginning of this year has been a shaky one to say the least. But being a self proclaimed optimist, I choose to believe that if the beginning of something starts out pretty bad, the end can only get better. The only way to go from the bottom is up. What has been so shaky? I’ll be transparent-something new I’m trying out. I am slated to graduate with my BA in Communications this May and it has been nothing but a fight. From financial aid discrepancies to having 2 back to back deaths in my family. And on a lighter not-so-light note, I just recently had a pretty bad neck injury from snow tubing.
I was so excited about tubing because I had never been. Me and my friend cut in front of the whole line-kids and all. The snow started picking up and it was finally my turn. I never went snow tubing before so you can see why I was so hype. I got my tube and I finally reached the top. Everything started out great. My goal was to cross the finish line first. I had my worries because me and snow do not mix too well but who cares that I couldn’t see anything because of the snow? I wanted to win. But at the halfway point, I started spinning out of control and I realized I picked the fast lane that was majority ice and I knew it could only go downhill from there-no pun intended. I banged out, hit my head on the safety net and felt instant pain in my neck and shoulders. Who would of thought a 22 year old-with a great athletic build if you ask me-could get hurt from snow tubing? There I am-the One Hit Wonder holding a snowpack on my neck by the fire on the side, while kids half my height and age were going up for their 3rd and 4th time down the mountain…
But I digress. I say all that to say there is a lesson in everything. Did it hurt? Hell yeah and I have a brace and an uncomfortable spasm in my neck to show for it. But do I regret it? No. You learn from mistakes and do better the next time. With graduation slowly approaching I have a fresh outlook on life. Who cares if you fail on your first try? Climb your way back up and keep going. Sure my friends poked fun at me and gave me the nickname Crip (short for crippled) but that’s okay. As much as I joke around it was only a matter of time before I was the center of the jokes.
I hope to encourage somebody out there…who cares if you’ve tried 6 out of 10 business plans and they’ve failed? Try the next 4! People are scared to even try. You already passed those guys. Keep going. Keep pushing. Keep striving. Just. Don’t. Quit!