Nearly 3 years ago, I wrote a letter about my life as a college senior. So here's my letter to college seniors from myself as a college Senior.

Something about warm sunshine and the smell of fresh-cut lawn gets the blood pumping and the creative juices flowing. I'm 22 years old now- a young 22, mind you. I'm aging like my mother (thankfully) and have my daddy's drive. I spend the majority of my days behind a computer screen and use my Starbucks Gold Card like life support. To anyone on the outside, I'm just your average college Senior trying to make the transition from sweatpants and hangovers to suit-jackets and 401k's but I own the suit jackets and I'm planning my 401k and I'm still sitting in a Geology class learning about rocks from a man who was in my position 30 years ago.

The pressure is on. You can sense it this time of year. I'm asking myself "What am I going to DO for the REST OF MY LIFE?! I need an internship, I need a job, I need a new car (one that smells like leather and bad financial decisions) and I need to join a pilates class, like, yesterday." It's like we didn't predict this was coming when we signed up for 4-year programs. I, gratefully, feel like I've at least got my life together today. I ate breakfast (chocolate easter eggs) and studied before my Audio Tech class (Buzzfeed posts). My schedule consists of school, internship, work, happy hour (it's necessary) and occasionally a full night's sleep- and by full, I mean 5 hours. So how do we get to where we've said we were going all these years? Insert Inspirational side story here:

I moved to Nashville almost 2 years ago. I basically decided that my hometown had nothing left for me and that I needed to get away and make dreams happen, or something. At the time, I had watched "Raise your Voice" way too many times and maybe had "need to spread my wings" syndrome but now I'm looking back and thinking "Kid, you were crazy." I had no friends and I met my roommates off of Craigslist. The first time I had seen my apartment was when I was moving into it, and my first job earned me close to $50 a day. I was also attending a $32,000 university and eating ramen noodles like they actually had nutritional value.

I rushed and pledged to the coolest sorority even though I had no idea who Lilly Pulitzer was and didn't own a pair of Chacos. I had broken up with my long-time boyfriend in the worst way possible (via the text message- I know, I'm a jerk) and a week into it, I told my mom I wanted to come home. She, of course, said "no, stop being a baby and go make stuff happen" and I, of course, said "ok, dude. I guess I don't know how to get back anyway." I followed that up with a two-week "Grey's Anatomy" marathon, 3 tubs of ice cream, and a nostalgic day of crying over my yearbook but I'm pretty darn proud that I recovered from all that nonsense. I decided that I needed to prove to myself that I COULDN'T do it and in doing so, I "made stuff happen."

So here I am, two years later, working at an awesome PR firm on music row (headed by the coolest boss ever) working with some really cool artists and entertainers and I am constantly surrounded by the coolest people who choose to call me a friend. By day, I'm a student studying the Recording Industry and taking classes about rocks, and by night I'm a Nashville tourist drinking alcoholic apple juice (Angry Orchard) and eating bar food at writer's rounds. I wake up every day thanking the good Lord that I have so many blessings to count every day but I am by no means at the end of my road. The opportunities I have created for myself in the past two years are merely tiny building blocks to the big picture I have in mind. Beyond that, I'm not even really sure what the big picture is. I want to travel the world and I want to start a company. I want to go on hiatus and I want to win an Oscar. I want to eat something other than leaves and dried fruit and never gain weight.

The conflicts in my mind are a constant reminder that I'm a work in progress. I don't have it all figured out. I'm downing a hazelnut macchiato with one hand and telling people about my life with my other hand and suddenly I'm realizing that growing up is a whole lot less glamorous than I ever thought it would be. But one thing sticks with me every day- I can do anything. It's been said before but success is truly not about how high up on the company chain you are- it's about how happy you are waking up every day. I could care less if my life isn't enough for anyone looking in from the outside because for me it's refrigerator-worthy. I'm doing what I love every day and honestly, there's no better success than that. Don't stress, dudes. You're going to accomplish great things and nobody can tell you that what you're doing is insignificant. I'm going to leave you with a quote that I keep in my wallet by the wise Marianne Williamson because I feel like it's the right thing to do and it's going to inspire you to go make things happen.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others"