Feet On the Ground

I graduated college today.

As I was walking along toward the stage with the rest of the ducks, I mean, graduates, I was pondering a certain impending situation of doom in my life. I was growing more downtrodden with each step, and I felt so much dread overtaking me that I didn’t even want to walk across the platform.

As it often happens, I realized before the whole thing got out of control that I was being robbed of an experience that I had looked forward to for quite a long time. I should be focused on the excitement and what this ceremony really means. It means that I am free, that I have endured to the end of a trying experience and sailed through. It means that once again, God has delivered me through something really tough and shown me that I’m so much stronger than I ever realized. Not only that, if He got me through this, He has totally planned out the next part of my life and the next step is already waiting, even if I can’t see it. That knowledge cements my faith.

So by the time I walked across the platform in front of the stage and shook hands with the president of the university, I was grinning like a fool. And proud of it, because…I did it.

I think it is fitting that I’m starting this new blog today. Also, that Mom bought me a new pair of shiny blue stilettos that are absolutely fabulous. I catch myself thinking of the worst things that drag me down so often, and I don’t want to live like that. It is certainly not going to be an immediate change, but if you catch me being a complete downer then feel free to give me a virtual smack. I promise to return the favor.

The future is so intimidating because the area before me is so foggy. I can only see shadows of things that look like they could be frightening enemies. Yet the sunshine always burns away the fog and delivers a beautiful day, while the enemies usually turn out to be pesky mosquitos. If only I could keep remembering this from hour to hour, especially when it starts raining.