I am a month into my doctoral program--I am finally in the season of my life that I’ve been planning about, dreaming about, and anticipating for years.
My life at present really feels like I’m speeding along, like the past 5+ years were time of being marinating or building up pressure and now my life has launched. And as the past years have been painfully slow, feeling stuck, pressured, and static--these days are blurring by with flurry of activities and next steps forward.
It’s an exhilarating time.
And also overwhelming time with complicated mix of emotions.
Anxiety. Excitement. Hope. And fear.
Sometimes, a lot of the times, I am sitting and reviewing plans and number crunching to make sense of where life is going--to regain some sense of control. But I am reminded every so often that there is no control to be gained. I’m in a ride, and God has really been providing just enough every step of the way.
I’m counting my blessings, buckling up, and holding on as this ride gains momentum and speed. And I hope--and know--that it’s going to be a good ride that will take me to places I couldn’t even dream up on my own.