Once upon a time, there was a small town, southern girl who dreamed of seeing the world. She dreamt of exotic places that would reach inside of her and pull out her highest potential, culturally enriched foods that would thrill her taste buds like never before, and of course, as all small town girls do, she dreamt of her prince charming, her knight in shining armor, her one true love.
She thought daily of each of these dreams. Will they ever become a reality? Or will she live the rest of her life hoping and praying that she will "someday" reach these idealistic places that she's built up so in her mind? See, the one problem with someday is that someday will never exist. Someday is a cop-out for those who never actually plan on reaching whatever goal it is that they've set for themselves, she feels. It is a vague word with no purpose behind it. Instead of someday, she prefers to use "one day." One day has more meaning behind it in her mind. One day, meaning, there will a point in time that she will go out and catch these dreams.. or perhaps, they will even catch her.
Our girl is quite idealistic. She almost always hopes for the best; she believes in things and the potential of things.. and people for that matter. On occasion, she has been known to believe in these things, and people, a little too much. She builds up these ideas in her head that don't always come to fruition. She does her best, but others don't often do theirs. Not that she is perfect. By NO means is she perfect, but sometimes it seems she tries very hard to be. But here lately, she has given up on trying to be someone else's idea of perfect. She has grown. She has grown up. She has grown into someone she is quite proud of...now if she only knew what to do next.
You see, a problem with small town southern girls is that they often get comfortable. Comfortable with their life, their friends, their family, their expectations. And to our small town southern girl, comfortable is not always the way to go.
You see, she has planned many things in her life: comfortable things, idealistic things. Such as a comfortable school. A comfortable goal for her time at her comfortable school. A comfortable career. A comfortable (dream) husband...so on and so forth. And if nothing else, from all of this planning she has learned God has other plans. Every time our girl believes she's got something figured out, something that sounds perfect in her plan, that figured out turns into a lot of : a.) re-figuring. b.) submission. or c.) tears. (Usually tears accompany each of the options. Yes, even the tears option is accompanied by more tears.) There is one trend that seems to follow each of these, um, disruptions to the plan: that trend being that it works out for the best. How? Who knows? But she believes it may have something to do with the passage of time.
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