Blessed

– written while flying back to Houston –

I thank my lucky stars as I look through my camera roll. God has blessed me with such a wonderful life, and I could not be more grateful. As I look out at the bright lights through the airplane window I reflect on how much life has changed over the past few years. I started college as a very naive 17-year-old girl who had no idea what she wanted out of life.

I begin my internship at Sunday Riley (the skincare company) next week, and I am overjoyed. This is an absolute dream come true for me.

The other day someone hit me with the “you’re so lucky!” text. I’m not sure if I believe in luck. Everything I have accomplished up to this point was a direct result of hard work. I met Warren Buffett through the Wolff Center, which was verydifficult to get accepted into. I spent hours on an essay explaining why I deserved to go on this trip to Nebraska. My friends are good people because I work very hard to be someone worth being friends with. I landed this internship because of the hours spent attempting to find a job that suited me best. Working on my LinkedIn, taking people out to coffee for informational interviews, updating my resume 40 times a day, etc.

It’s true, I grew up on the privileged side of the spectrum. My parents, while strict, have given me the freedom to be my own person. They paid for my degrees, allowed me to live alone, and say “wow!” at every minor accomplishment. However, they were atypical in the sense that they never pushed me the way brown parents do on television. If I got a B- my mom would mention how grades don’t matter in the long run. They would be satisfied if I settled down early and popped out a few grandkids. While that is an ideal life for many, there’s so much more I want out of life. So each day I attempt to be better than who I was the day before. I write down my goals, create vision boards, read my self-help novels. Shocks me that people still laugh at self-help books. You don’t want to be better or learn the secrets to a happier life? Bummer.

All in all, I’m happy to be alive. Hoping that 2018 brings us all the experiences we need to transform into our best selves.