It’s officially college graduation month for me and many others who’ve been anxiously awaiting this incredible day. The past few weeks, I’ve watched friends make their after-graduation plans.

Some are taking on internships, and others are starting new jobs in their fields. As I listened to them talk, I couldn’t help feeling a sense of panic rise in me. It started as a small tingling of anxiety and then full on freak-out attack.

I realized I didn't have the slightest idea of what my plans were after graduation.

More and more people started to ask me what my plans were. Do you know what you want to do? Have you started the job search? Do you have any jobs lined up? What are you going to do?

I started hearing those questions in my sleep. I shuttered at the thought of people wanting to ask me.

As this fear and anxiety began twisting me up, I decided enough was enough.

No more plans. No more living by a rule book. No more setting dates and expectations. No more putting pressure on myself.

After I made that decision, I felt relieved. I felt at peace. Now, I’m days away from graduating college, and I am happy to say I do not have a set plan.

Yes, that’s right I don’t have a plan for after graduation.

I’ve decided to make the bold move to take some time for myself. Hold the freak-out, I’m not taking a year for myself or even six months.

I’m going to continue working at my part-time job. I’m just not starting a brand-new job the week after graduation. Before you call me lazy or even crazy, let me explain.

Since I was seven years old, it was my dream to attend college. Not just any college. A big university. I worked hard in high school to make the grades. I completed my first two years of school at a junior college and busted my butt for a perfect GPA.

Then, I transferred to my dream school and realized it wasn’t the right fit for me. I finally settled on the school I’m at now, and it’s finally coming to an end.

Sure, I made the process harder for myself by going to different schools. Changing my major a couple of times didn’t help matters either. I inflicted some unnecessary hardships on myself, but it was a learning process.

Finally, five long years of studying, writing, testing, working and pushing myself further than I ever thought I could go is over now. The plan is complete, and for that very reason, I’m not making plans anymore.

Through this crazy journey, I realized I don't need a plan to succeed.

I don’t need to start a new job in my field the week after graduation. I don’t need to be an executive by the time I’m 30.

It’s OK to let life take its course and see where it takes me.

I will job hunt and send out my resume. Of course, I want to have a career in my field of expertise. I’m just not putting those expectations on myself. I’m not creating the unnecessary stress. It’s just not needed.

Life is incredibly too short to go around making plan after plan. I’m not doing that anymore.

I believe God has a plan for me, and it will be revealed to me when the time is right.

During college, I’ve been so stressed and distracted to even try to listen to what God wants from me. I’m placing all of my worries and concerns in him.

I have faith that he will help me find the right job with the right people, and life will click into place. I know this a huge step to take, but everything will be OK.

Call me silly, naive or whatever you want. I’m beyond glad to say goodbye to making plans after graduation.