Why is it that just when I get comfertable with the idea that I don't know what I'm going to do with my life or even what I'm going to do after I graduate...everyone else starts freaking out and demanding answers?
This is Alanis Morrisette ironic here, ya'll.
For all of you wondering out there:
I don't know what I'm going to do with my life, yet.
I'm pretty sure God doesn't want me to know yet.
(And I if I don't get to know, sure as hell you don't get to either)
But I will figure it out, and I do have plenty of ideas.
I am a planner. I will have plenty of job opportunities and I will have the experience I need to be competitive for at least some of them.
So calm down. Deal. God will show us all in good time.
And in the meantime, please stop asking?!?
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Amen! We had to include in our xmas letter "no, we do not know yet where we will be next year."
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