Don't get me wrong when I say I am terrified for the future. I have a right to be.

That doesn't necessarily mean I don't know what I'm doing with my life when it comes to a career. I just don't know why time has to literally fly without my permission. I have no control; it's coming, and there is nothing I can do about it.

I am a quiet 20-year-old junior in college, finally getting into the complex curriculum of my major. The workload is extreme, for those of you who thought early childhood education majors were all about doodling and grading easy spelling tests.

It's much more than that. No major is ever easy. I have never heard of a career that wasn't challenging. We all have to get through the storms before we reach the rainbow, right?

But since I'm so young, how come society can tell me when I should be ready to start the rest of my life? Why can't I?

Are you serious?

I. Am. Scared.

It occurred to me, recently, that I graduate college next May. A million questions popped into my head.

"When will I really be confident about this?"

"Will I get a job after graduation? If I do, will I be ready? If not, what am I going to do?"

"What about grad school? I need my Master's. I want my Master's."

"But what about money? Will I have enough to get by?"

These days, it seems like the negatives are taking over the positives. It seemed extremely easy talking about this over two years ago because I was a freshman who had no idea what I was getting myself into.

I didn't know that the future seemed far, but it was very close.

I didn't realize the obstacles college would bring me.

I didn't understand why it wasn't easy.

Because life isn't easy. At all. I'm sure we already tackled that one.

This is life. I can't believe I was blind to this. I knew the rude awakening was coming to get me.

Time... I can't control it.

But this doesn't contribute to the fact that I am definitely scared for the future. Regardless of the situation, I'm positive everyone is going through this.

At least I got people in the same boat as me. But is this boat going to sink or float?

I am horrified, frightened... whatever synonyms you can possibly think of. I know what I want to do, but don't blame me for the time flying by.

Through this difficult and very scary time, I have to come to the conclusion that it is totally normal and okay to be feeling this way. I thought I was doing it wrong. I thought I was supposed to have it together by the time I graduated college.

What am I going to do?

Time will tell what happens. Time flies, so I must pay attention.

But I have to trust time to take its course. Who knows where I might land?

It's very weird thinking about this, but I'm sure I'll turn out alright in the end.

All I have to do is breathe, hope, and continue to dream.