The big family holidays are rapidly approaching, which means if you’re a college student like me, you’ll be heading home and stuffing your face with as much free food as you can get your little mooching hands on. With great food, though, comes great conversation, and by “great” I’m referring to quantity, not quality. We all know the standard questions that come flying in from Uncle Tom and crazy Aunt Karen: “How’s school going?”; “What’s your major again?”; “Are you married, yet?”

Since I’ll be finishing school in May, however, there’s a fun new question that has started weaseling its way into the dinnertime discussion: “So what are you going to do once you graduate?”

My response? Probably a few nervous chuckles, a couple taps on the table and a finger gun to top it off.

The truth is that I have no plan. I have a goal. I have a dream. I have no plan. I don’t know what I’ll do once I don’t have classes to keep me in line. What does one do when one no longer has a rigid schedule pushing one toward an established end game? Wallow in self pity? Eat a gallon of Superman ice cream? Slowly collapse to the ground, inch worm into the nearest ravine and wait for the darkness to pass? Now, there’s an option I can appreciate.

Seriously, though, I don’t know what I want to do with my life. I spent high school in the same predicament, always knowing I had plenty of time to make a decision about my major or my career options, but now I sit here confessing to the internet that four years later I’m still in the same boat as it coasts into harbor while simultaneously filling with the water of adulthood.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, “Well, silly billy, why don’t you get off your ass and start figuring out how to make that goal of yours a reality instead of writing these stupid personal fluff pieces about whatever came to your tiny little brain five minutes before you starting typing.” And to that I say, “I’ll get to it tomorrow.”

The truth is I have a lot on my plate at the moment—a lot that isn’t necessary, but that I volunteered for anyway—so plans for my future aren’t exactly in the forefront of my mind. I’m a live-in-the-moment kind of guy. I realize that sounds like a cop out, but I’ve certainly made it this far by wingin’ it. Maybe I'll try the starving artist thing for a while.

To those out there like me, who haven’t found their career path or still aren’t sure what they want for breakfast, I say don’t worry. Everything will be fine. Unless, of course it’s not. You could end up alone in a ravine. I’ll meet you there.

Yes, many of your friends, relatives, and co-workers all have their lives figured out, and you’re sitting there comparing Chris Farley’s performances in “Tommy Boy” and “Black Sheep,” but you’ve got one thing: heart. And heart can take you far, my friend.

I’d like to take a moment to quote a favorite physics teacher of mine who said, “You know if you lined up all the successful people in the world—lined them all up, like parents’ night at a football game—you’d have tall people, short people, fat people, skinny people, black people, white people, orange people, green people, all different kinds of people, but they’d all have one thing in common. One thing. Do you know what that is, Mr. Wise? A work ethic.”

So don’t fret if you don’t have a plan. You just have to put in the work. Just put in the work, and (to amend the words of Dr. Ian Malcolm) life will...uh...find a way.