On Letting Go
If you know me in the slightest, you know I am the person who plans out their entire lives step by step and is pained by even the smallest shift in plans. I vividly remember asking my parents as a kid on Friday nights what we were going to do for the weekend over and over again and them replying with an "I don't know! Stop asking! We're just focusing on getting through today." This drove me crazy for the first 21 years of my life. Then this year came along and it was as if God was speaking right to me through my circumstances and yelling "Let it go, Amanda!"
Just 9 or so months ago, I thought I had it all figured out. I was going to marry my high school sweetheart. I was going to live with my parents to save money. I was going to start prepping to go to medical school. Although grad school threw my life for a spin, I still kept gripping to my 5 and 10 year plan with a death grip. Eventually, I realized I had to let it go. I had to let go of everything I expected to happen in my exact methodical timeline and let life happen. We often get so focused on our plans and goals that we grip onto them for dear life because they are what keep us in our safe zone.
You know what though? Screw your safe zone.
"A ship is safe in its harbor but that's not what ships are made for."
I found myself hanging onto the shore even as the waves came by and knocked me against the harbor, slowly tearing me apart. Much like a ship, we are not meant to go through this life constantly hanging on to the edge for fear of what is out there.