I'll be honest, being the "busy girl" is 99 percent of the time, horrible. There is no downtime, no friend time, and no family time. My apartment looks like I should be on an episode of Hoarders, not only because I have so much stuff crammed into such a tiny space but also because when I have time to eat or god forbid I have two seconds to fry up an egg,I don't have time to clean up. So my dishes sit and wait until the next two seconds of "downtime". I'll admit, I put a little too much on my plate this semester, considering I knew I was going to be working full time for the first half. But the best part of being the busy girl is that once you've committed, and you get through the first week of pure exhaustion. You realize that you are still alive, (barely) and that next week won't be as bad (hopefully). You find your strengths and your weaknesses. You learn that it could be so much worse, but boy are you glad it isn't because if it was, you probably couldn't handle it. You start to love your hour long commute to college, because you don't have to think, just drive. But you also wish you could be sleeping, then you start to fall asleep while driving and realize you missed your exit and NOW you are late for class. So as you stumble into the classroom, and everyone watches as you sit down in the squeakiest chair. Laugh a little and take a deep breath, you are alive, well, and doing the best you can. You will have horrible days, ones where you finally have a little tiny break and then you take advantage of it to sleep, because you can literally feel your body being exhausted and deprived of its essentials. Days where you miss class because of it. But just know that, it's okay. Everything will be alright. Being busy truly does build character. It makes you create ways to save time, and most days for me, that means going without makeup. But hey it feels nice to itch my eyes without worrying if I'm messing up my mascara for once. Moral of the story, run hard and full force towards your dreams, and in the end, your reward will taste sweeter than the purest of honey. Keep on keeping on, because there ain't no rest for the wicked, girl. And you, rock.