College has sort of become this place where we have to accept that growing up is a thing. A lot of us are away from our parents and have freedom for the first time, but we're also alone for the first time. Sure, most of us have roommates to keep us in check, but as college students, we don't always take care of ourselves.

It's like we have a constant nagging voice on our shoulder we want gone. So, we scatter our priorities into as many categories as time will allow, in an attempt to be happy.

We have lost a lot of the problem solving and organizational skills our parents' generation seems to be blessed with. Whether or not you're failing all of your classes, you're still doing a lot of learning in college. What we fail to realize is, at the very least, the next four to five years of our lives are going to be full of transitional periods, full of time to create our own space in the world as we continue to grow.

Some of us still need to learn how to live in a lot of ways. Ask yourself how you fit around other people. Do you grow with or against the people you live with? Are you drawn to loneliness? Ask yourself how you fit in relation to your own life. How have you been spending your time?

Personally, I spent a lot of my downtime these first few months of college stressing over the possibility of possible stress, drinking too much coffee with my roommate, and trying to answer way too many questions. Through it all, I've come to one major conclusion: I am currently setting up the path of my life to be a writer, a poet, and so much more because these are the things that help me love.

But I keep forgetting to enjoy it.

At only 19 and as a freshman in college, I still have yet to find the guidebook to adulting. I tend to just observe a lot and let myself be silenced; it's what influences me as a writer. In college, we still feel too young. We still feel like we have to climb up to that rightful spot in success that allows us to find happiness, but that is further from the truth than we care to realize.