An Attitude of Gratitude

Holy moley. Time seriously flys, and I can't believe that Thanksgiving is here and the semester is almost over.

I have been thinking a lot about my future lately and amidst all the uncertainty, I keep coming back to the simple fact that I am grateful. I am grateful for the opportunity that I have to go to college, to suceed in the subjects that I like, and to have a family that is very supportive of me.

Earlier this week I got caught up in all the things that I DON'T have, and let me tell you, if you ever want to feel like trash, go ahead and do some comparing. It all started with some stress I had over a midterm and then it spiraled into me telling my mom that if I didn't get an A on this test I would never get into business school which would mean I would not have a good career and then I was never going to get married and yada yada whatever. Needless to say, I had the worst attitude ever for about three hours on Tuesday morning.

Thankfully, I did very well on my test--BUT the real lesson I learned is that attitude and gratitude literally determine everything.

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