I have every moment of my every day planned out.

Okay, that's a slight exaggeration.

Well, I have 90 percent of my life planned out.

Going to college, I knew I wanted to be someone important and do something that would leave a mark. I didn't know how I would accomplish that per say, but I wanted it. I still want it. I want it so badly that I can almost taste it. My mom is always telling me that if you could bottle my ambition you could make a fortune, and I think she's quite right. I want so badly to do something.

Something that is so unbelievably amazing that I can sit back and say:

"I finally did it!"

But, then sometimes...

I wonder if I will ever get to the point where I'm satisfied. Where I can just sit and appreciate everything around me. If I'll ever be okay with just being where I am.

Or if, just maybe, that everything doesn't work out just the way I expect.

To me? That's slightly terrifying.

Not reaching for what I desire is pretty scary to someone who's had all these moments of her life planned out to the day.

However, I know I can't do this by myself. It's way too much to handle, and honestly?

I don't want to do it alone. I want to know I can depend on someone to have my back and stick by me when I have no idea where to go next.

So I turn to God.

Strangely, this is the most comforting thing that I can do in this instance.

He is the man with the plan, after all. He already knows my fears and worries and knows exactly what I'm going to do. Panicking will not help me. Freaking out about my life and goals isn't going to change anything or help me. It's just going to make me more frazzled than I already am.

Suddenly, everything is a bit different. Nothing drastic has changed, but I do feel calmer. More sure. Even happier.

I will keep planning. I will keep making impossible goals. I will keep reaching for heights that people say are impossible. I will keep planning.

But, when I do, I'm going to take a step back. Because if things change, it's for a reason. It may not make sense at the time, but it will one day.

Like my faith, I have to have patience. I have to be willing to wait for someone else's plan. Mine is imperfect and keeps changing, but his never will.

That, at least, I can take comfort in.