Fight The Good Fight

This is my absolute favorite dress I own. It's a vintage Gunne Sax dress that I got from my mother who I believe got it from my dad's mom. I've had it for as long as I can remember, and at first it was used for dress up, but now I can actually fit into it and love it more than any other article of clothing I own. I do love other pieces, but this love runs deep. This dress I will delicately treasure until maybe one day I have a daughter, and then she will hopefully love it as much as I do.

The school semester is almost over, and I am so relieved. I'm getting antsy in my classes, but I am more focused than ever. This is rare for me since usually by the end of the class term I'm slacking off horribly and giving my professor the puppy eyes so they can extend due dates for me (I know I'm terrible). These past couple of months have been the first time I've truly been on my own, and it's been really tough. It's hard for me to make new friends and put myself out there, and I've always relied on my family being there to fall back on, but now they're six hours away, and I've really had to rely on myself. There have been so many times where I've broken down and wanted to give up. Sometimes I had to fight myself and push through tears to get in the car and drive back to Tennessee, because it's the grown up thing to do. I'm teary eyed writing this, because it has been very emotional for me, but I know I will be so proud of myself for getting through it and achieving what I came here for. I'm not giving up and I'm going to keep on fighting, even if what I'm fighting is myself.