in the morning mist

The morning is cloaked in a heavy layer mist, cold and silent and grey. It wraps around the trees and envelopes the path ahead of us, making it hard to see further than a few feet. There's an aura of mystery and it gives me that certain indescribable feeling as only fog can do. Under that cloak of mist, I can't stop worrying about the future of my life. I feel like my life has been going down a path to a very distant unknown...and now all of a sudden that distant unknown is becoming very real and very close, yet still largely unknown. The path, which used to be so straight and carefree, is beginning to split in myriad directions and I'm not sure which to choose. I get so frustrated thinking about it: the uncertainty, the way education and the workforce is set up, knowing what I want to do but not knowing how to go about it in a orthodox manner. My trust is still placed in God's divine plan, but that doesn't mean it's not scary. Because it really is. I steer my thoughts back to the present, admiring the way the tree tops look like mere shadows. I take a deep breath and whisper a prayer. I can do this.

ps thank you so much for your sweet birthday wishes to lilly! she read them all and couldn't stop smiling.