I PRAYED LAST NIGHT.

Hard.

I prayed for a few things. That college would go well, that I’d know which career route to take, that I’d know if the price is too high to pay, and that my tooth would stop hurting. I prayed for my sisters’ forgiveness for recent disagreements, although I refuse to ask for it. I prayed for confidence, strength, everything I don’t feel worthy of but selfishly ask for anyway.

And I realized.

I am loved.

And I am blessed.

I am blessed to be surrounded by many people who stand by my decision no matter what. I am blessed to have so many people who love me, who are so many shining examples to look up to. I am blessed to live in America, with the ability and means to provide for myself and create the type of person that I want to become.

I’m thankful.

So, so very thankful to each and every single one of you who has mentally, spiritually, emotionally and even physically helped me to pursue my dreams. You know who you are. Thank you from the bottom of my humble little heart. It is because of you that I was able to walk into college today – on D-day, my first day, the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning – with my head held high and a confident bounce in my step.

I’ve survived day one of college, and I’m not turning back.