I have less than a month to be a 23 year old. I know, 24 is not old. But I can't help but feel like it is. You see, for my generation, you're expected to know what you want to do with the rest of your life when you're 18. In my case, that was just impossible. I could barely decide what I wanted to wear on a given day, let alone what career would be a good fit for me. I graduated with a major that I don't plan on using. I am getting ready to take more classes to steer me in the direction of what I actually want to do. And I can't help but feel that I'm not as far along in life as I should be. That maybe I haven't accomplished enough at this point as I should have.
But I can't forget that God planned my days before I ever got to them. And that just because my life hasn't gone exactly as I planned, it has gone exactly as it should have. Oh, and I'm not old.