postgrad....

I don't know what I'll be doing this summer, this fall, next year, or for the rest of my life. 
It doesn't really stress me out. 
It's exciting to have all of these options. 
However... when it comes to "calling"... it's a little bit of a different story. 
It is stressful to feel like I don't have a grasp on which direction I'm being "called" in. 
All I know is that I am called to share. 
Unhelpful, I know. 
Sharing is the point of advertising, of teaching, of media, of ministry, of music, of everything I am interested in. 
The Lord is thorough, that is for certain. 

It is funny, when you think about it. 

Have I always been this talkative? 
Have I always morphed into an entirely different being when talking about something I love? 

Speaking of, Debbie passed away a year ago today. 
I miss her, and I'm still very thankful for her everyday. 
She thought I should do something in music. 
We'll see. 

I want to practice writing for fun more. 
Creating, reflecting, and creating more is all I think of when I think of post-grad. 
I want to write, I want to read, I want to make collages, I want to make iPad art, and I want to create things I've never made before. 
It feels almost like I have to. 
So, that's the plan. 
I think