Dear Sisters,
I'm sorry.
I know, that's not exactly an exciting, uplifting start to any letter, but I feel like it needs to be said. Distancing yourself publicly from your letters is no easy task, but I would say that it has been one of the best things to happen to me in a long time. Top ten, easily. The idea of being a Pi Chi, and helping women find their home in Greek life is incredibly exciting, and I cannot wait to dive into this new side of recruitment in the Fall. However, beyond that, being a Pi Chi has given me an chance to reflect on my place in our sisterhood, and in Greek life as a whole.
Mostly, it has helped me realize how much I've been taking for granted when it comes to my sorority. When I went through formal recruitment my first semester of college, I remember looking up to the older members in my future sorority and being a bundle of nerves and admiration. These women had the confidence, poise, and kindness that I longed to possess, and did it with such ease that it astounded me. I am in their shoes now, and being a Pi Chi has helped me reflect upon an important question: am I the sister I would have admired when I accepted my bid? Honestly, I'm not sure, but I am determined to change that to an unequivocal 'yes'. I am sorry that I have not always been a 'yes', but I promise that from now on, I am done being a 'maybe'. I hope that is enough.
I don't say it enough, but I am so incredibly proud to be a sister to each and every one of you. You're all remarkably strong, powerful women, and I feel empowered just being in your presence. I have had strong female influences throughout my whole life, but none so strong as forty and growing women, united by values, love for each other, and the bond of sisterhood. We might get angry at one another, and become a bit chaotic from time to time, but that is what really makes us family, because even in those moments, I never doubt that any and all of you are there for me, as my sister and my friend. Thank-you for giving, even when I did not give back. For loving me, even when I was unresponsive. For giving me chances, over and over again. I promise that this time, I will not let you down.
In the words of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., "Where we love is home- home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts." This sisterhood is my home, and I cannot wait to have my heart and feet in the same place once again. See you on Bid Day.
Love,
Your Sister
