Hard Times

When I was 18 graduating high school, I had a plan.

I had this plan that I would go out to college in Idaho for all four years and become a journalist. Then my life changed.

I didn't have enough money to pay for my second semester and I ended up dropping out and coming home. Upon coming home, I had this impression to serve a church service for The Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. After starting that process, I ended up getting diagnosed with depression and anxiety and spent the next year and a half getting healthy.

I told myself after getting healthy I was going to go back to school. I was very adamant on ether going back to Idaho or when Idaho wasn't an option I decided to stay local. Well again, life happened and then my dad and I moved to Vermont.

I have figured out that basically every time I try to figure out a specific plan for anything from life choices and dating to church and everything else in between something happens. It is something that has recently come to my attention that I need to take for face value.

I had a plan for two major important conversations that I needed to happen with someone. I went in semi prepared. I was sadly rehearsed just in case and as the story goes nothing happened the way I wanted it to happen. Especially with the second conversation, I was left very frustrated and felt like I needed to say much much more. But maybe I did say everything that was needed to be sad.

I believe in fate. I believe that everything happens for a reason. Sometimes you meet someone and they turn your world upside down. They make you feel things that you never thought in a million years you would. Sometimes you make a plan to visit home and then feel the need to push it a month sooner. Sometimes you find a way to get the mental help you need.

I have learned that things work out they way they need too not how I want them to go all of the time. Maybe it is not the timing or the way I needed it to but it is the way that the universe and God needs them to be. I am starting to be okay with that. I have slowly but surely realized that sometimes things in my life and I need to trust that they will work out.

No matter what happens in my life especially in the hardest of times, I know there is a plan for me. I know that everything happens for a reason and that I am slowly learning that everything is going to work out the way that they need to.

I am confident and scared but I mean what is life without a little adventure?