It is almost impossible for me to remember a time where anxiety did not fill my mind. I constantly worry about the future and have trouble taking small steps to achieve my goals, tending to forget the age-old saying that Rome was not, in fact, built in a day. That is, until I took Art History in my senior year of high school. Quickly, I fell in love with the impressionistic art movement, but not for typical reasons. Impressionistic artists take the approach of dissecting every object they are painting. Instead of a chair that is simply gray in color, the chair is a combination of its gray base, white reflections from the light, pink highlights bouncing off a flower nearby, and black shadows. What specifically helps a painting to be identified as impressionistic is that the colors are in separate and distinguished brushstrokes. In short, the sum of the parts is greater than the whole. So, to help deal with my anxiety, I try to think of my life like as an impressionistic painting. Instead of frantically worrying about how I am going to finish all of college, I attempt to instead think about how I am going to finish the assignment that is due tomorrow. While that assignment might not seem like it is doing anything to help me graduate in the moment, the grand culmination of assignments that I attempt is. Similarly, it is not the one streak of gray that is going to complete a painting of the chair. It is the culmination of grays, then streaks of whites, dashes of pinks, then maybe a dab of black. So, every time I start to panic, I have to remind myself that Rome wasn’t built in a day, just as 'Starry Night' wasn’t painted in a brushstroke.