All I have ever known in my life, or at least for the past three years, has been the sensation of constantly being on the go.

The persistent shuffling from place-to-place, the staying up late, and always feeling as though I was forgetting something.

Ever since I was a senior in high school I haven't had a moment of relaxation, or contentedness.

It all started when it was time to apply to college, and gradually grew as I needed to get my applications in on time, as I waited for the responses from my respective schools and finally when the countdown started till move-in.

Then suddenly I needed to pick my classes, and figure out a major. What did I want to do? What didn't I want to do? But does that class fulfill my cross-cultural requirement? My art class is four hours long?

My days seemed to grow shorter as my responsibilities grew larger.

I got deathly ill twice my freshman year (ok I wasn't dying but I sure felt like it) from lack of sleep, and stress--and my sophomore year I practically lived on the sixth floor of my school's library. I was there so much I began to know the regulars, (yes we were there so much we all began to know each other, sad way to socialize. I know.) and when I realized I thought one of the sixth floor regulars was super cute that whole study plan went bust.

Then suddenly I was in the midsts of planning recruitment for my sorority, searching for internships, and trying to field through hundreds of study abroad applications while studying for finals.

Then came the summer lull. I was finally given a moment to breathe...well after I finished my 9-5 in New York and commuted the full two hours home.

Before I knew it I was back on campus, as an upperclassman (yikes).

Within a few weeks an odd sensation came over me, I was so not busy, I was stressed.

Yes people, you read that last sentence right.

I was so free I was stressed about all my free time.

Confused correct? So was I. Well so am I. I am, confused about my being stressed about not being stressed. I'm as confused as you really is what I mean.

I suddenly sat back and realized that for the first time in over three years I had suddenly had everything where I wanted it to be, and that there didn't need to be any more moments of stress or over-thinking.

My major(s) are declared, I am studying abroad in my dream city, I am interning at a company I love, my friends and family are the best things about my days and my hockey team seems to have a great season ahead of them.

It took me months to realize just what was stressing me out so much, and once I came to that conclusion, well you can imagine I felt a bit silly. But stress is stress and it can come in all shapes and sizes.

Just because what I stress about may seem stupid or insignificant to someone else that doesn't down play what I am feeling.

I had conditioned myself to living under such a cloud of unnecessary stress and constant worrying that the moment life offered me a moment of reprieve I literally didn't know how to handle it.

Now, that may speak to our society as a whole and the social rules we live by...but that my friends is for another day, and another article.

So hey, if you're stressed. I get you.

Life is hard, and being young and in college is really freaking hard.

But I promise there is a light at the end of this tunnel.

It may be a moment like I had of sudden realization that you are an idiot who is stressed about not being stressed, or it could be in the form of a grande coffee at 1 a.m. at your local library.

Or maybe your light is the butterflies you get when the cute regular sits next to you at the library (I mean something has to make this torture worth it all right? So go get your cute regular on the 6th floor and make your finals season the best one yet.)

Whatever it may be, take it in stride and be happy.

Worrying over everything will just give you wrinkles.