I met my best friend at my worst moment. It was raining. It was cold. And I was surrounded by my fellow “sisters.” And let me explain.
I joined a sorority sophomore year to make new friends and be a part of a community. I did the whole rush process. I practiced my elevator pitch for all the interviews. Practice smiling. I did the entire process as best I could, scared I wouldn’t get it, but more scared I would and not make friends. The whole process, in fact, I thought about dropping out.
And when I finally got in, I realized it was not for me. But let’s go back to the cold rainy night.
I was chatting with a group when my name floated across the conversation. Meanwhile, in my head, all I could think about was whether I would stay in the sorority or not. All of a sudden, somebody says, “Aidan Walsh?” I turn around, and there’s my future best friend. We hit it off immediately.
She is my best friend to this day. And I only met her if I joined that sorority. So the next time you feel like quitting, it may be scary and unknown, but you only know how good your life will get if you try.
There will always be points in our lives where we want to quit. It may seem like the easy way out. Or you may want to quit but are scared of the aftermath and how others will judge you. But think about every other moment you felt that way. It may be hard to recount a moment because we always seem to get through those tough times. And each time, we get stronger and learn something new. We become more confident in ourselves and our decisions. Think about life if you have yet to try new things.
If we always do what is comfortable, how will we grow? Trying new things is worthy of the prize of what is to come. And if the results still weren’t favorable, you walk away with a great story and still have learned something new. If we always assume it’s a negative outcome, we will never experience some of the best while unexpected things.
And to wrap this up, I actually did drop the sorority, and with no shame because I got my best friend out of it.
