The Time I Started A Blog…

 

Where do I even begin??

Well I am so excited to be launching my blog! This is something that I’ve wanted to do for a while now but I was afraid that no one would read it or no one would care about the things that I wanted to write about. But guess what, this girl is tired of not doing things because she’s afraid of what people will think!

Think about it, if we all decided that we weren’t going to do something because we were afraid of what other people would think, how many things would you have missed out on in life?? If I thought that way every single time that I wanted to do something, I wouldn’t have gone to college and changed my major 3 times. I wouldn’t have become a fitness instructor. The opportunities that I would’ve missed out on are endless, but I made the choice to take the leap, and now I’m doing the same with this blog.

We’ve established why I’m here…let’s talk about how I got here and let me help you to know me a little better.

For those of you that don’t already know, my name is Shelby. I’m 25 years young. I was born and raised in Columbus, Ohio (Go Bucks!), where I still currently live. I grew up going to private Catholic schools my whole life and I loved every minute of it. The memories that were made those 13 years of my life were definitely some of the best.

After graduating high school I attended Ohio Dominican University (Go Panthers!!). When I got accepted into ODU I knew it was the perfect fit for me, it was a small campus that had that feeling of “home” and “family” which reminded me a lot of my high school. I went in as a pre-nursing major, after seeing many family members ill and seeing how some nurses and doctors treat their patients (bedside manner is important guys…), I felt that it was my duty to become a nurse and change the way patients were being treated. Well let me just tell you that didn’t last long. It wasn’t that I couldn’t handle the work load, trust me I love science. I am the type of person that cannot physically, mentally or emotionally separate herself from her work. I get attached to people easily and letting go is never easy for me. Being part of the pre-nursing program we had to have a certain number of volunteer hours at the nursing home on campus. I greatly enjoyed going and visiting with the sisters and brothers; hearing their stories and just chatting. But when you get particularly attached to one sister, as I did, and she passes away…I couldn’t handle it. Cue the first change of my major! I knew that I still wanted to do something in the science field so that was a start. My next option was to work with animals, not a vet or anything like that; I considered working in a zoo. But after about a year I began to realize that this wasn’t my passion. Although working with animals seemed like so much fun, it wasn’t something I saw myself doing for the rest of my life. After several meetings with my guidance counselor and academic advisor (who by the way was a rock star for putting up with me for 5 years…shout out to you Dr. T, I know I was a pain sometimes!), I came to the conclusion that I should’ve come to my first year at ODU. I wanted to be a teacher! A science teacher to be exact. So I changed my major for the third and final time, adding one more year to my time at ODU, which stressed me out a little bit. I wanted to be graduating with the rest of my class. But I took a deep breath and realized that if I wanted to be happy with my career, this was how I had to do it. Adding this extra year gave me the opportunity to not only pursue a degree in a career that I love, but it gave me the opportunity to meet some amazing people that I wouldn’t have otherwise met.

When people tell you that high school is the best and worst 4 years of your life….they’re not wrong…but they’re also not 100% accurate. Don’t get me wrong high school was both amazing and horrible at the same time, but nothing compares to college. The ups and downs that you go through…there’s no preparing for that. The number of all-nighters that I pulled writing a paper or studying for an exam, the number of tears shed when projects didn’t turn out the way they were supposed to, or machines were down when we had to do our Organic Chemistry Unknowns….I still have nightmares about that! I’m kidding, I don’t actually have nightmares about Organic Chemistry but I remember that night and that lab like it happened just yesterday. But I wouldn’t change any of it for the world. Why? Because it got me to where I am today, and I can honestly say that I love where I’m standing.

There is so much more that I could tell you in this post about how college changed me…but I’ll save that for another day!

Xo’s Shelby