taking time to breathe

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Things have been a little quiet around here as of late. This semester, while perhaps less academically challenging, has brought with it MCAT studying, internship searching, and, to top it all off, a new relationship. Life is currently very full, beautiful, and busy.

 

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Shaaaaaamless snapchat.

Last week was spring break for our university, and I spent it with some truly wonderful people. It was likely my last spring break, and the trip emphasized just how rapidly graduation is approaching. Although I’m  only a junior, spring’s arrival is bringing with it the weddings and graduations of several of my close friends. Though I really am looking forward to the future (work, medical school, whatever that may be) the weight of adulthood is drawing ominously near.

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It’s still so weird to me that we’re all in our twenties. It’s disgustingly cliche, but I could have sworn that I finished high school just yesterday. I’m so guilty of rushing breathlessly through the weeks, focusing solely on the next assignment, job, or opportunity. Sometimes I lose sight of the precious now, and instead become wrapped up in the ever approaching tomorrow.

I want to become more intentional. I want to savor the stage I’m at, in all of its messy, sleepless, glory. I want to spend less time worrying about physics and more time laughing until I cry with friends who are more like family.

I’m such a work in progress.

– Tress

 

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Tress

Biology major. Medical school hopeful. Lucky Charms enthusiast.

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