I never truly knew what I wanted to do with my life. I never knew how I planned on getting to where I was going, for I never knew exactly where I was headed. Yes, I had ideas of where I wanted to be. Yet, as soon as I had gotten there, I was ready to move on to the next place. For some reason I couldn’t remain still. The moment I began to feel comfort, I would pick myself up, pack my things, and move on to something new.

I thought that it made me flighty.

In reality, it makes me brave.

Growing up, there were so many things that I wanted to do. If you would have asked me in elementary school what I wanted to be when I grow up, I would have told you that I was going to be a NASCAR driver. A few years later, I could have sworn that I would be a singer. When I was gifted a camera, I made it my mission to learn everything that I could about photography. But the moment I began watching HGTV, you better believe that I rearranged my bedroom every other weekend and dreamed of becoming an interior designer. Then as music became more of an influence in my life, I thought that music therapy would be the perfect career. When it came time to make a decision, however, I realized that I had no idea what I was supposed to do.

Obviously, I struggled with trying to figure out what exactly I wanted to major in. There are so many options for students now, which can be both a curse and a blessing. As I endlessly scrolled through the list of majors on college websites, I was struck with a feeling of both fear and defeat—there was nothing that resonated with me. How, in a world where we have so many opportunities to grow and flourish and become who we want to be, could I not find one thing that suited me? In retrospect, it wasn’t because nothing interested me, but that so many things interested me. My whole life had been dedicated to working as hard as I could throughout grade school in order to get into a good college.

But what in the world was I going to major in?

I will never forget that summer before senior year; I was in a beach house in Lewes, DE, frantically researching different majors in between working on essays for AP Lit. Needless to say, I was overwhelmed to the point of tears. I felt like a failure—how could I have worked so hard to get here and not know where to go next?

And that’s when I realized the beauty of college. You don’t have to make a decision just now. You’re allowed to test the waters and find your perfect fit. My aunt had explained it perfectly: find a place that you love, and everything else will fall into place.