I can’t believe I’ve officially finished my first year of college. It’s crazy to think that just a year ago, I was still in high school heading towards my college education with little excitement. I really hated high school, like really really hated it. I would sit in my car before the bell rang and just stare at the school, dreading my time there. I know it sounds dramatic, but I’ve just never been a fan of school. Prior to my first semester, I figured that I would probably hate college just as much.
Have you ever watched one of those morning routine videos on Youtube where the person is like “I start every morning with a smile!”? While those people are incredibly lucky to be morning people, that is definitely the opposite of me. I strongly dislike waking up early and I never thought I would be able to successfully do it.
At the start of this semester, I decided I was finally ready to start going to the gym. Last semester, I had kind of wanted to start going, but anxiety had truly held me back. My biggest excuse for not going was that I didn’t have time and I was too tired, but the main reason was anxiety. I was anxious about looking like a newbie at the gym and I had never really used any gym equipment before. Growing up, I did all the kid activities of swimming, dancing, gymnastics, etc. but I had never tried any gym equipment.