It’s back to school time! I remember being in school & thinking it was never going to end. I’m a big learning person but not necessarily a big school, take tests & make grades person.
This week’s F*** It Friday post is for anyone thinking of attempting their FIRST major F*** It moment.
My first major, and possibly first ever F*** It moment was choosing to leave Minnesota for college. Which might sound blah to some people but it was far from blah for me. Making the decision was treacherous.
I loved my house growing up. Like looooooovvved. I loved being home with my family, in my bed, my living room, my mom’s food, my clothes & my routine. I NEVER had a sleepover before college. (Never. Had. A. Sleepover.) I rarely went over to a friend’s house that wasn’t in my neighborhood. I wasn’t super social or outgoing. Ultimate home body. And still am. I love being home, nights in, alone time. Dream life guys.
But. In high school, I knew I had to get out. Far out. I went and looked at colleges in Minnesota & nothing settled right. Same vibe as high school & I didn’t fit in high school. Frankly, I knew I wouldn’t have the balls to be outgoing around anyone I went to high school with. I was too shy in high school and wanted a clean slate to crack my shell open. Being on my own is the only way I thought that could happen.
Before you knew it, I convinced myself and barely my parents into it. In the job hunt I was scolded for explaining why I chose Texas: I looked at the United States map, the three largest, warmest states – California, Texas and Florida. I narrowed it down to Texas because I was afraid of earthquakes in California & Hurricanes in Florida. Then, chose 3 schools in the largest three cities in Texas. How did I choose the schools? I found a list of colleges in each city, ran my mouse across the top of all the options, and stopped on one. Applied, visited, landed on St. Edward’s & the rest is history.
A lot of my life choices are this random. Extreme F*** It situations. Random looking yet totally sense making to me.
This particular moment is how I started feeling like the Katie I always felt I could be. Although it was extremely difficult to get through, I am constantly thanking my 18 year old self for sticking to my guns w/that choice. This is also where I learned you don’t have to tell everyone everything you’re doing & the reasons behind it. I didn’t tell anyone I went to high school with that I was leaving or my freakishly random way of choosing the particular school & state I was going to. I just did it. I told my parents, because I had to. And that was it.
People that doubted me creeped in here and there. I knew they expected me to come back to Minnesota. I knew a majority of people thought I was literally fucking insane for randomly picking a state and college. But that kind of motivated me? I KNEW I believed in myself, more than anyone else.
Actions speak louder than words. I was going to make it, I knew I needed to go, and I didn’t need to hear anything else.
In the spirit of back to school, and the likely hood there are people that have made this decision or are going to – I absolutely encourage it as long as you’re doing it for yourself. The hardest part for me was everything before actually being dropped off and abandoned (jk) at my college dorm. After that, it was an upward climb that resulted in the first badass, independent decision of my life.
NOW NOW NOW let me also express with a loud shout. This doesn’t mean you have to go to college for this type of change. Absolutely not. You can move away, grow, learn, make a change by applying for jobs in another state. Making the move in your career or jobs. You’ll have more money than college students if you do it that way anyway 😉
^^My brother did it that way and round of applause to him. Worked like a charm.
So fellow college kids, parents of college kids, and people looking for that location change – F*** It and go for it! If that’s what you want, don’t look back. It was my first major F*** It moment (of many) and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Worth every stressful moment.