“It’s okay if your life isn’t going well. If you wait long enough, your prince will come on his white horse and save you from the hell you’ve been living in.” That is the message we all grew up hearing from Disney movies and fairy tales. Now I love these as much as the next person, but they all seem to be missing one very important message: No one will come to save you until you are able to save yourself. One of the largest issues for women in our generation is that many of them are constantly waiting for someone else to give them the life that they wish for. I cannot lie to you and tell you I have never done that before myself. When those days come where nothing seems to be going right and I just want to change my name and start over, I hope that someone else will come fix all of my problems. But that is the exact mentality that has been keeping my life stagnant and continuing to give me those days.
Flashback to my freshmen year of college. As anyone who knew me then can tell you, I was a complete mess. I came to college with very little real world experience and severe anxiety about what I was getting myself into. However, what I did have was a huge crush on a boy back home. We all have one of these, the guy that you know is completely wrong for you. You don’t even know why you want him, and your friends absolutely hate him. But for some reason in your ignorant little mind, you need him. So there I was, completely out of my comfort zone and madly in “love”. I used this relationship to solve all of my problems. I was homesick, stressed, and just extremely unsure of myself, but at that point all that mattered was that I had him because I thought he fixed all of that. I spent over a year blissfully in love until he broke my heart and all of the problems that I thought he had solved were back and worse than ever. But now in addition to that, I thought I couldn’t survive without him and no matter what I did, I still did not have him. So I was then by myself with more problems than I began with. If you talk to my freshmen year roommate and my sister, they can tell you I was a pathetic mess for an embarrassingly long amount of time (shout out to you two for being the real MVPs). And then I had an epiphany: I realized that the fact that I was using a man to solve my problems only ended up causing me more.
To my crazy, beautiful, strong pledge sisters,
Three years ago, I started this new journey unaware of what I was getting myself into. Over the course of one week, I went through recruitment and entered into a group of women who I barely knew. I walked into the room on bid day to screaming and hugging and lots of pictures all with my new sisters. I am naturally shy and this situation was far out of my comfort zone. But I managed to recognize a few faces who I would later find out were you all, my pledge sisters.
I remember the first day we had a meeting and I walked into a room full of familiar faces but names that I didn’t yet know. My heart was pounding as our list of membership requirements were explained to us. My mind was spinning as I thought about whether this was the right decision but as I looked at all of your faces, you seemed just as nervous as I was. And for some reason, I felt a sense of comfort in that.
Entering any sorority is a life changing adventure that I wasn’t sure I was prepared for. I had always been an extremely timid child but I joined to try to break out of my shell, and thanks to you all I did.