I'm saying, where's the voice . . . and how do I hear it. I believe there will be one because I trust God and the Bible but I'm just wondering at what point do the verses turn into real-time action.
This book and I spent some quality time together this morning. |
Yup . . . I went through almost every single department or school trying to figure out what I could do in the least amount of time . . . I honestly just want out . . . I'm done here . . . I love it to death . . . but oh, so badly want to march down that aisle with a cap and gown and walk across the stage, shake the president's hand, and wish everyone 'so long.'
One day . . . I'm just really wanting that one day to be next spring or winter . . . because right now, I can't see the light at the end of my school tunnel.
Perhaps this is all bugging me because winter graduation was last night and/or because almost every second person was asking me when I graduate. Or perhaps because most of the people I came in with are now gone.
Who knows??? . . . All I know is that while I long to graduate . . . I don't know what degree I want to get me there. It's a sad predicament to be in. Journalism seems like the right answer but somehow, to me, it doesn't seem right . . . I feel like there's something else out there that I'm missing. Something else out there that I'm supposed to follow. I don't want to be a journalist . . . no matter how good people tell me that I am.
In May I will be walking with one degree, Lord willing—an associate's degree in graphic design. I've loved that degree from start to finish. Now to decide on a bachelor's degree. Further graphic design? Stay with journalism? Or do something completely different . . . that is the question . . . oh, and where is that voice that's supposed to tell me which way to go?
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