For a while in my life I didn't want to put in extra work for anything. The bare-minimum was my go-to. I was pretty lazy but I wasn't reaping many consequences for it despite not being the best. However, at one point something changed. I realized being busy and working hard gave me happiness and made me feel whole in a way nothing else can.

When you find those things in your life that you love and that drive you, you have to hold on to them. Writing and sharing my thoughts and opinions with others is a true adrenaline rush for me. You never truly know what someone is going to think about your work. However, relating to people and making them feel like they aren't alone is something I adore. Being a collegiate athlete isn't something to look over either. Now that I'm in college, my sport speaks to me on a different level. I don't ever want to settle. Seeing your own potential is one of the best things I've learned to do. However, there's the other side of things, which is the real part of college. I decided to double major, knowing that may push my graduation date back or I would have to take the maximum amount of classes that I could. That's fine by me. Once I realized where I wanted to be one day I decided that working hard would be a sacrifice that I wasn't afraid to make. Despite the fact I'm currently taking a 400 level class online and I'm slightly (majorly) overwhelmed, but that's okay. I don't work two jobs because I have to. I was blessed with parents who don't necessarily want me to. Who will support me because they know how hard I'm working in school, on the field, etc. However, I love to work. I love feeling like I'm accomplishing something. Filling my free time, earning money and learning little things, rather than, laying in my bed stuffing my face with popcorn. (Still happens on occasion and that's alright.)

I'm content with being busy. Occasionally, it sucks having to turn down invitations with friends or taking a nap when I get home from class; and sometimes I may whine with how tired I am or how late I have to stay up to finish my homework. But secretly, I love it. I love how hard-workers recognize hard-workers. I love how when people see your passions they usually add a flame to your fire. I love how good hard work feels.