Okay. Brace yourselves. This is time to talk a bit about softball. Listen, I am not gonna drag you through all 17 years of this but I will drag you through most. Hehe. Well, softball in college definitely has its perks. I have been graced with so many lifelong friends, I have meant even my best friends, girls that will be in my bridal party, the memories, the trips, the accomplishments and the growth. Softball gave me this. Now, you’re probably wondering how I was as a player. Let’s just say I was pretty good. I was. And I am damn allowed to say that about myself. I loved to practice, especially hitting and there was always something to work on. I had the mindset of a perfectionist. I had goals to achieve and I was putting in the work day in and out. I was the type of player who would work when no one is watching, I never took a day off. I was born to be a phenomenal athlete and that is what I did. I never flaunted my skills, awards, I always kept my cool and I let you watch my performance and have that dictate your answer if I was a good player or not. I have finally came to the point in my life where I can flaunt my accolades and talk about how great I was without feeling cocky. This was my passion for 17 years, it was what defined me, well that is what I thought. But it taught me that I am so much more than just softball. I am so much more than a captain for three years, second team all MAAC, first team all MAAC, record breaker for batting average and hits in single season, state champion, 15th best middle infielder in the country. I am so much more. But what happens when it’s over? I have worked so hard to get to this point, to be one of the best college softball players. What do I do now? What are my goals? What is my passion? I grew into an incredible individual with the help from softball, I learned to deal with failures and success. Now it was time to take my ass in to the real world. Goodbye softball.