It’s 6:45 p.m. I just walked out of the last test I had to take for my sophomore year of college. I’m sitting in my car, on a campus parking lot, and I’m crying. Not tears of sadness or anger, but tears of happiness. After what seemed like the longest year of my life, I did it.

Halfway through my sophomore year, I started to question why I was even in school. I hated it, I hated everyone, I hated everything. It took all it had inside me to get out of bed in the mornings and even go to class. I just couldn’t find the motivation to care. I would call my mom every day and cry because I felt like quitting was my only option.

But, quitting wasn’t my only option. It was the easiest option. After many long, sleepless nights and many tests, I’ve finished my sophomore year of college and I couldn’t feel any better. I’m half way to graduation and I can’t quit now.

When I graduated high school, I had my life planned out. I was going to college to get a big medical degree and live happily ever after. I started college and realized that I actually didn’t know what I wanted to do.

Two years and many failed classes later, I know exactly what I’m meant to do with my life. I have many people to thank for being my support system throughout these past two years (Family, friends, sorority sisters, professors) but my biggest thank you goes to God.

He’s known all along what I’m on this earth to do (Jeremiah 29:11). It only took me 20 years to figure it out. He knew I was going to make it through every seemingly endless, difficult day I faced (Romans 8:18), even if I thought I never would.

So, as I sit here in the driver’s seat of my car, with tears streaming down my face, I realize things aren’t as bad as they seem sometimes. This year has been nothing but a molehill in the grand scheme of things. Giving up is never the right answer, just simply the easiest solution.