The past — a simple, yet conceptual topic. Personally, I rarely stop and think about what I was doing around this time last year. How have I changed? What was my relationship life like? How was my lifestyle different? I challenged a few of my freshman friends with these questions. Here are their answers:
“I’m going to be blunt, this time last year, I was an absolute train wreck. The emotion that seemed to stand above all the others was pain, not physical pain, but more along the lines of the ‘ouch my heart’ kind of pain. I was still getting over a breakup that happened the end of my junior year and was forced back into the same school to see my now ex and his new girlfriend live their super happy lives together. Ha! Now that I think about it, the beginning of my senior year was when I hit bottom.”
“Last year, around this time, before doing anything I asked myself what I wanted. Not what was responsible, not what would benefit other people, but what would fit my preference and this came back to hurt me in the end. School can’t be approached this way, relationships can’t be approached this way, LIFE can’t be approached this way! Sometimes we have to make hard decisions to live life well, to get the most out of it.”
“This time last year, life was totally different. The thoughts of the word college began creeping in and we realized these fun times were starting to come to a close. Everything started to become about the future and I kind of wish I would’ve lived for those days a little more.”
“This time last year my life was super complicated. Relationship wise, I really liked a guy and we had been “talking” all summer. But, he was a sophomore in college and I was a senior in high school, our lives were so different and it made it really hard to pursue a relationship, so we just stopped talking and lost our friendship all together. My lifestyle on the surface was almost perfect. However, underneath all the wonderful things, I was also going to parties and lying to my parents all the time. So yeah, my life was pretty much a mess.”
As for myself, well, I had just started dating my now ex-boyfriend. He was my first real boyfriend so naturally, I thought we were going to get married. We broke up eight long months later. I was so naïve, I wish I could tell my old self “RUN! He’s going to break your heart and make you think you’re worthless!” Last year I was in a bubble. A bubble with a one way ticket to disappointment. I was so consumed with this relationship that I cut out my family, friends and God. When we broke up I truly thought I had nothing. I think it is so comforting to see how people my age were going through some of the same things I was, and also how their lives were completely different. My heart smiles at the thought of that.