I keep going back and forth, I know. What I want to do, where I want to go, and why-oh-why will God lead me in one direction, only to go in a different direction the next day? Why, God? Oh, why??

Like I have mentioned, I’m currently riding my last quarter at Cascadia. After this, my education will proceed at whatever university that will find me acceptable. In a mere eight weeks, I will need to decide where to continue.

Those who have been reading for the last several months likely have many ideas as to what I want to do. And who could blame you? I’ve been spouting out sentences left and right, proclaiming my newest and truest revelations about where my life is headed. Each one completely unrelated to what was written before it. And I must appear a fool! But soft… I am reminded of Sunscreen, “Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.” If only I could write something so profound…

There is a college about 15 minutes from here. Maybe your friend has gone there. If I wanted, I could ride my bike there. They offer a bachelor’s in Communication and a minor in Writing. If that doesn’t sound like “Carly” to you, I don’t know what would.

I’ve booked an appointment with an admissions counselor. And that’s more than I can say about most things. Believe me, I know how much this sounds like just another “I know what I want to do!” schemes… But I know myself pretty well and the feeling I have inside of me right now is the same as how I’ve felt in the past. That feeling I always get when I’m sure. It fits just right.

So, if you would please pray that my meeting with the Northwest College admissions counselor would go well; that perhaps I might impress them enough that they’ll want nothing more than for me to attend their school… I’d be very much obliged.

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