Perhaps I build my life on a sort of fantasy. I imagine what my life would be like and prepare myself for that and only that: the probable and the likely. But what if life throws you a curve? I guess my ideas are shattered and hopes somewhat dashed; some hopes turned into different hopes. Things are strange these days. My life is taking a very big turn and a part of me is worried, the other part excited. I can't see my future. I can't look at it with a very big sense of ambition like I used to because so many things have changed that I have no clue what my life will be like even in the next few months. God is taking me somewhere, but only revealing what's next in exciting, yet small pieces. And where I'm going now is the last place I thought I'd be going.