Yes, I've changed my major 6 times.
Yes, I only have one more semester to figure things out.
No, I still don't have a definitive decision as to what I'm going to do.
And yes, I'm alright with that.
If you can't tell, I have never been an incredibly decisive person. I've always found interest in multiple things, and have had many passions leading me to live an always 'on the go' life that I have come to accept, and love. I love college. I can explore many interests, make my own (often hectic) schedule, and have the freedom to choose what I do. Only problem: there's too much to do.
The past year and a half marking the beginning of my college career has been a whirlwind of changing schedules, countless advisor meetings, career coach meetings and calls to my parents (who know me best), all with the hope of finally finding something to study that I love. If you ask me what my major is, it probably has changed at least twice since you last asked. With a semester left before I have to declare my major you would think I would be freaking out, heck I think I should be freaking out.
Joke's on you, I'm not.
My time at college has taught me something very important thus far; life is not going to work out perfectly, but everything works out the way it's supposed to. Why stress out about something that is going to be okay in the end? Sometimes, going with the flow isn't such a bad idea.
In high school, I lived my life a mile a minute. I never took time to breathe, and everything I did was meticulously planned with the intention of helping me reach my future goals one way or another. While planning and having goals for yourself are totally healthy things that should happen, I was using these tools in an unhealthy manner.
I found myself engaging in activities because I felt I had to keep doing them, yet I wasn't really enjoying them or putting full effort into everything I was doing. My senior year I started to realize a need for change.
Since I started college, I have found myself abandoning things I used to love in exchange for a plethora of new experiences that I believe will shape and define the individual I become. I am fully invested in less but more meaningful projects and endeavors that I am truly enjoying and feel am learning from. I am taking crazy classes, but I love them and have learned something new, contributing to my unique perspective of the world in each one I have taken.
Change is OK. It's normal, and allows you to grow. It's OK not to love something as much as you once did, and having the courage to go and find something new has never left me empty handed.
So I'm not freaking out. And when next semester rolls around, I know I'll have figured out what I want to do, and everything will work out the way it is supposed to.
