Just for a moment I stop to ponder where I was a year ago. Working, writing, busy growing my business, and revving up for senior year.
Then senior year happened. Flew fast. And suddenly I was untethered by textbooks and tests. Breathing fresh air untainted by looming exams and the self-imposed pressure to succeed.
So I wrote this for the girls, the graduates, who are on the cusp of the edge of the cliff and are too frightened to open their eyes to look down. I never thought I'd get there, to where fear sucks air from lungs and laughs; I thought I had it all figured out. Life. College. Post-grad existence. But I didn't.
And then I realized the truth: I didn't need to.
I still don't need to. Five year plans are overrated and overstated. God is good, He always will be, and that's all I need to know. Where do I see myself in five years? It doesn't matter.
Because I'm open-eyed and open-handed and asking Him where He sees me.