WAG - The Future is Afoot
Rumors are flying.
They don't quite crackle with energy above one's head, but their pressance in the air is palpable.
Let me pause while I make sure "palpable" is actually a word...
Pal-pa-ble - adjective - capable of being touched, perceptible, tangible, and detectable.
Yep, it's actually a word.
Anyway...
Announcements about who got the CA and PA jobs should be coming out soon, and war in Iraq will soon follow a vote at the UN (and pass or no pass, the invasion will soon follow).
I'm not depressed by all these uncertainties circling above my head (they are merely new members of the flock and their addition is barely noticable). I do find myself a bit more contemplative.
Here's a not so secret, secret: I don't like not knowing the future.
There are many gaps in the plans I have for the future. I'm not sure how everything is going to work.
Since the start of this semester, after becoming a Junior-credit wise, and entering the J-School I find myself getting caught up in what I have deemed, "the lurch."
For the first time in my life, the next steps aren't so clearly defined. Elementary school is followed by middle school which is followed by high school which is followed by college which is followed by... (think)... (um)... (yeah)...
I'm entering the phase where the next action isn't pre-plotted. Upcoming actions aren't obvious; in fact they're camoflagued, buried, or otherwise hidden from plain view.
Is that a bad thing? No.
Is that a sad thing? No.
Is that a scary thing? Potentially. (Laugh)
I'm not worried I won't find where to put my feet next. I'm a bit concerned about where those footsteps will lead me, but I believe they will be where I need to go.
Sure, I may misstep (and I do so constantly), go down dead ends, stray from the straight path, and remain motionless while pondering crossroads - we all do- but I think I'll eventually get to where I need to go.
Regardless of the crazy things circling me, I can still crack a grin and have some peace.
In times where my nerves threaten to prompt a freak attack, I am often comforted by the wise words of a song I've often heard in church:
but I know who holds tomorrow,
and I know who holds my hand."
Rumors can continue their endless cycle. I've got better things to concentrate on.
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