I stood on the familiar stage searching for my family's faces in the audience as I waited for my name to be called. It was the last choir concert of my senior year in high school. There is a tradition that at this concert, the director, Mr. Wand, announces each senior's name, what college they would soon be attending in the next school year and what their major would be.

What shouldn't have been a terrifying experience turned into one for me. "Education, theater, engineering, psychology, pre-med, communications," Mr. Wand announced one after the other. And then there was me -- "undecided."

Ever since I can remember I have always wanted to be a veterinarian. I could not imagine doing anything else -- it was my go-to response, that is, until my senior year when on a campus visit to Saint Norbert's College an academic adviser challenged me to explore the thought of majoring in something else.

From my application, the adviser said he could tell I had a wide range of interests and he wanted to make sure I was pursuing the right career. Because of him, what I thought I knew I wanted to do I was no longer sure of.

The thought of being undecided terrified me. The majority of my classmates were already set on what they wanted to do, and there I was, standing there, undecided.

"How was I supposed to figure out what I want to do? How would I know what was right or what was best?" I thought.

"Stephanie Snyder will be attending Saint Mary's College and she is undecided," Mr. Wand said.

I didn't want to be undecided.

I was embarrassed, even ashamed to have had my indecision announced to all those present at the concert. It was as if my feelings of hopeless uncertainty were being advertised. I was desperate for a decision, even if it were to come from someone else.

"She is undecided," he said. "And that's OK."

I never knew those three simple words could foster so much comfort.

Previously, I was worried about what other people would think of my indecision. I thought I would be looked down upon or judged for not having my life planned out. After all, most other people already knew what they were going to do.

However, Mr. Wand's three simple words were a reminder that it is OK not to have everything planned and figured out. It was a decision that I needed to make on my own through discovering my own interests and talents, pursuing my passions and having my own experiences.

Now, as I just recently finished my sophomore year of college, I had to declare a major. I have now decided to study both psychology and religious studies -- two majors I have a passion for. However, I am faced with the same seemingly terrifying decision I was faced with two years ago at my senior choir concert -- what am I going to do with the rest of my life?

I may have chosen a major, but I am still undecided about my life.

I don't know what job I want to pursue or what line of work I want to go into, but i am now no longer terrified of that thought. I now know it's OK.

A time will come where I will have to make a decision, just like I had to eventually decide on a major, but that time is not now.

In the meantime, I will keep taking classes, live life in the moment, discover more about myself, and when the time does come to make a choice, I will then be able to make a more informed decision.

For now, there is no point in spoiling my life experiences with worrying about the future. There is plenty of time. It's OK.

Everything will be OK.