Fears

I've never really feared being a Journalism major until I got to college. I always wanted to major in something where all I'm required to do is write, because that is all I want to do. Now, it's just different. I have to apply to get in the Journalism school, and I only get one chance. After that, I have to work my butt off to make sure I am doing all that I have to do and learning all that I have to learn in order to graduate on time. And even after all that, I am not guaranteed a job *cries*. Why am I thinking about that right now. I have no idea. I have no idea what my life is going to look like a year from now, or five years from now.

Ask me how I felt about all this last semester. I was pretty confident in myself, and my mistakes. I had no doubts or worries about the future, I trusted God. I need to get back to that.

I have a lot of friends who go to HBCUs and they are literally just strolling through college making the deans list every semester while being guaranteed a job the second they walk across that stage. Me on the other hand, can't even get a part-time job on campus! Jk, I think. It's not fair guys. Again, why am I worrying about this at all?

I like security. I like knowing everything that is going on around me and what exactly I am getting myself into. I want everything I involve myself in to be with purpose. But God thinks differently. His ways are clearly higher than my ways. I cannot see the future and I don't know exactly where I'm heading, but He does. He constantly tells me not to worry about these things, but to pray without ceasing and allow Him to guide and take care me.

I trust that I'm here for a reason and though this semester was so...blurry, I came out with something God wants me to have, and He is well pleased with me...and my grades.