The Importance Of My Life

The road was bumpy as we descended down it heading towards my sister’s wedding. I sat in my sister’s grey Ford Fusion listening to her talk. “It seems that every time I try to do something to make my life the way I want it, it goes bad.” she stated with a dreary voice, “Grandma has always told me that I need to listen to God and trust the path He has for me, but I never listened. When I told her that I was moving to Ohio, she told me I needed to pray about it. I told her I had been, and that this was the only thing that is actually working out and that’s why I know this is what He wants for me.”. As I sat and listened to her speak about how much trusting in Him has changed her life I began to cry. I began asking myself “why didn’t I not see …show more content…
First I had my life planned out and would not stray, second I was head strong, and lastly I was dependable or a leader. When I was finishing my eighth grade in high school I begun the search that most juniors start, I started looking at colleges and getting my name out to the department I planned to be in once I attended that college. I would sit in my room for hours looking up the best ways to get accepted into a law school and that is where I came across business. The moment I saw that as one of the top contenders for acceptance I knew it was fate, I had grown up around business and knew some many aspects all ready and it was a well-paying job. My parents and tried to convince me that I shouldn’t focus on what I know and how much money I will make, instead I should focus on whether what I was doing was worth waking up every day for. Throughout my schooling I would always be asked to do things for my teacher, whether that be running errands, leading a club, or just organizing. Every year since my sophomore year my teacher would ask me to attend all the middle school fair were I would drone on and on to the poor middle school students about college and knowing what they want to do, when in all honesty they were more worried about their first freshman …show more content…
I would attend hearing where I would see the gut wrenching pictures of the crime and hear the soulless testimonies of the accused. I would sit and feel this overwhelming chill run through my body and feel a need to stay even after the day had ended. I would dread every day I had to spend before I could go back and would not stop blabbing on and on once I had left. Slowly I started to question my decision to go to business school, but I refused to change my mind. Around March of 2015 I had finally narrowed my choice for college down to two school but decided to revisit one school for some unknown reason. I spent the day sitting in business classes staring blankly at the information they were going over completely bored. As soon as the class was over I was out of my seat and out the door before any students could leave. I made my way over to the main campus where I spent the rest of the day touring and getting to know the campus until it was time to leave. Driving down the hill that led to the gates of the school I started feeling a pressure on my chest and came to a stop. I began crying not understanding why, just knowing that leaving was not the right thing to do. At that moment a realized something, I had no control over my path. So I let go and now today I am sitting in Livingston library as a Political Science major letting Him decided where I go