{ Straw-baby Festival at school yesterday }

This week unexpectedly, started out rough. On Monday morning, I had somewhat of a massive “panic attack”. It was 9 am Monday morning, 70 degrees outside and a perfect day; yes a perfect day to have a melt down. I was sitting in front of the church at school when I called my mom in tears. I guess life isn’t easy peasy when you manage two businesses and take 21 units in college. But for some odd reason, I thought I could be super woman this semester and I obviously thought wrong. I was so hysterical that the people around me got up from their bench to re-locate. People walking through the center of campus gave me funky looks too. But guess what, I really didn’t care how loud I was crying or how foolish I looked all I knew is that I needed my mom.

Prior to Monday morning, I was majoring in psychology. Then, I had an Epiphany. Why was I majoring in psychology when I knew I was not going to pursue this profession? I also knew that I would not go to graduate school as I sure as heck didn’t want to sit in a lab and do research (science is something my sister Alina excels in) to become a psychologist. So, why was I investing so much time and working so hard at something I didn’t love? After hours of crying and writing lists of pros and cons, I came to the conclusion that I am switching majors. Yup that’s right! The end of my second semester, of my junior year in college, I am switching my major.

I think there is so much pressure to figure out what you want to do or who you want to be, or what career path you want to follow, at such a young age. We may think we know what we want, but how are we supposed to be so sure? A friend of mine told me in the middle of my breakdown that life is like trying on clothes. We are supposed to try new styles, trends and colors…life is about throwing on new accessories, but that doesn’t mean this is what we are going to wear for the rest of our lives. So…, I tried on psychology.  I guess it didn’t fit my style so now I am trying on humanities (emphasis in fine arts). Hopefully, humanities will be like that perfect pair of black pumps that you can’t seem to part with, or the perfect pair of spanx that holds everything together. Regardless, I have learned three extremely important lessons throughout my college journey— 1) Don’t care what other people think 2) Do what’s best for you and do what makes you happy and 3) DON’T take 21 units.  With that being said here are a few things that flipped my week from bad to rad!

{ Farmer’s Market Find }

{ Featured on a Times Square Billboard }

{ Beach day before class }

{ A sandwich filled with strawberries from the strawberry festival at school }