From my parents’ instruction to my health class, I have always been taught that health balances three things: physical, social, and mental. However, as a seventeen-year-old about to enter college, these three aspects of health will be thrown off proportions. In high school, I would run on the track team every afternoon from Monday-Thursday and conditioning on Saturdays. I would sprint away from all the stresses and tensions I compiled throughout the day. It was a way to keep myself physically and mentally healthy. During the three hours I was at practice; I was not focused on meeting up to the academic expectations of my parents, school, and peers. I was focused on improving my 100-meter sprint by even 0.01 seconds or pole vaulting an extra 6 inches higher. My team and I were in the moment to improve. However, after practice was done, I automatically switched to my academic goals. The same cycle would repeat over and over again. Wake up, go to school to learn and pass the time with friends, go to track, study, sleep, and the cycle repeats. Sure my mental, physical, and social health threshold were being met, but it became a checklist of tasks that I had to cross off to ensure I followed this health standard that I had been taught since a young age.
However, in the next month, things will change. I will have to live independently, manage all my meals, and have a spontaneous schedule. I no longer will have to stick to the schedule that has been crafted from the expectations of college admissions and my parents looming over me. I loved all the memories of track and retrospectively appreciated all the hours I studied. I realized that this summer was a time for me to discover balance and spontaneity. After all, health is a balance between aspects of my life. I cannot always be scheduled; sometimes, I need days of spontaneity to motivate and excite me.
This summer, I experimented with different ways to promote my healthy lifestyle. At the beginning of the summer, I would run and go to the gym right before dinner. I enjoyed the strength and power I gained from working out at prime time. For the past three weeks, I have been waking at 6 am, going for a run, and then enjoying my homemade coffee in my backyard. I found that this morning routine allowed me to calm down in the morning and develop the energy to work at my job and socialize with my friends. In addition, I grew my curiosity about cooking. During the school year, I stuck to the same breakfast: eggs and cold oatmeal. But I have been researching different recipes for breakfast, snacks, lunch, and dinner. Occasionally, the result may be terrible, but other times, I made a meal I knew I could enjoy forever. The small memories of strolling through my local community’s farmers market and stirring the pot alongside my mom made these moments to understand the true meaning of social and mental health. I ventured into new paths of cooking and sharing my recipe with my friends and families as we enjoyed talking at the dinner table on a warm summer evening. Failure and making time to try something new were something to learn from and bring forth more than anticipated. I realized that dedicating time to experiment allowed me to grow mentally, connect with my family and friends, and stay healthy physically.