Well, I guess now it's time to look for a job. You know, the whole "being a grown-up" in the "real world" thing. (As if the world I've experienced for the last twenty-two years hasn't been "real.")
Too bad I haven't found anyone who's willing to pay me for the things I most want to do: work with refugees, fight social injustice, feed hungry people, travel the world...
In some ways, though, it's nice not to have much of a plan; at least I'm very open to wherever God has for me, rather than Him having to turn or adjust or move away from something which is already quite fixed in my mind.
-shrug-
Fixed plans are overrated anyway, hey?
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