I’m heading to college in a month, and I am ready.
(or, as ready as I can be!)
My time management skills are on point, my confidence is running high. I am less adverse to risks, more open to unpredictability.
And for all of this, I thank my gap year.
The past few months have been far from easy and predictable. I have trained relentlessly on the track only to end up with a metatarsal stress fracture, moved houses, messed up sight-reading at church, logged sketchily few practice hours for violin, and had some overdue library books.
At the same time, this year has been “pretty chill” (says my sister). Amidst all the frustration and the setbacks, I have spent time reading, writing, and hanging out with my family and our dog Zoe.
The frustrating, unpredictable elements haven’t turned out abysmally, either. For one thing, the stress fracture has forced me to be resourceful and adventurous- I’ve been swimming with my sisters and crashing their water polo practices. And while not as fun as running, I am proud of how much better I’ve gotten at butterfly (flip-turns not as much…).
For another, my sight-reading skills are pretty fantastic now. The other week, I played first violin at church! And to top it off, I have become a Jedi at writing emails.
Ultimately, my gap year, with all its glows and glums, has taught me to be patient and unrelenting in my efforts. I look back to a year ago (re: awesome parties and pinatas), to when I wasn’t as confident of an email writer, afraid to tell people what I needed to be successful, scared to try and become a better runner, unwilling to be uncomfortable and try new things. But from my patience and persistence, I have found confidence and a deeper desire to keep working towards my goals.