Everyone has expectations. About everything. Period.
I, like most people, hold my highest expectations over my own head. I have always had this fantasy that I would look back on my life and not only sigh with contentment, but sob with joy. I mentioned in a very early post that I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do with my life, but whatever that was, it would benefit others. Well, the booming, thunder-lightening, burning bush epiphany finally came. I realized after much prayer and petition that all along God has been calling me to save people, and I took Him much too metaphorically. It was as if He said to me, "Save their literal lives, moron". At this, I have pulled out of Bible College and enrolled as a Pre-Med major at the state university down the road. Oh, and I just signed a year lease on an apartment.
I have wanted so badly for so long to just know what I am supposed to do, that it didn't much matter to me until today the cost of all this transition. It was today, while eating Corn Pops surrounded by boxes that I realized I have left behind my friends, family, and identity in an effort to fulfill that longing for completeness. I took a skydive worthy leap of faith, and now am watching the ground grow larger before me. Yet, I embrace the ground. I might not even pull the cord just to see what happens.
The apartment is small, the university is not, and the program is nearly impossible. And I am so much more than ready. I am going to be a doctor. I am going to save lives. I am going to fix the leaky shower head in my apartment.
Everyone has expectations. About everything. Period.
And I just met mine.
