Into the wide deep

I'm not particularly fond of diving boards, or cliffs, or drops on roller coasters. I am fond of wide open spaces, well with maybe a few scattered gas stations or Walmarts, so I guess I'm fond of open spaces...bordering a suburb but regardless I appreciate solidity. A commodity not usually found in those thrilling activities above. It is for this reason that, after having a wide open but comfortable space living in the same town and doing the same thing for the past four years, I hesitate to take that step toward the diving boards of real adult life.

I am walking at graduation in April. I will receive my degree in the mail in August. Swimming lessons not included. Between now and then I must find an internship and...start the rest of my life.

Marriage? Graduate school? Mission? All more comfortable options with specific structure and relative predictability. However, I have chosen the path that leads to the cliffs of exciting apprehension and hallways of unopened doors. True, it is the best time to discover myself and with all my possibilities laid out in front of me how could I not run toward it. How could I not...