"Be where your feet are." These words run through my head in the moments when I find myself straining toward the future, plotting and worrying about where I'll be and what it will take to get there. It's a difficult thing to wrap my head around sometimes, especially as a college student.
On campus, I am constantly bombarded by the idea of calling and purpose. Some people speak of it in a tone of awe, like it's the magic fairy dust that will put their whole life together. Others speak of it like it's The Dark Curse from Once Upon A Time, an impending doom.
Sometimes when you hear an idea enough you start to believe it, true or not, and lot of us have given into the idea that if we don't know our calling and have the next four years of our lives mapped out, then there's something wrong with us. But the funny thing about the future is that it's always there. It's not a date and a time that passes and can be forgotten. It's continuous.
And life, it's a mountain. And mountains are climbed one step at a time. And rabbit trails are followed and some stretches are straight up and others are a breeze and sometimes you just want to give up. But the summit is always, always worth it.
Yes, purpose and calling and the future is a big deal, but it's not a ginormous obstacle you have to bound over in a single leap. You don't fail for not knowing the way. The only way you can fail is if you refuse to climb.
So, put on your hiking boots and grab a flannel (honestly, what is hiking without a flannel?) and start putting one foot in front of the other. Appreciate every step of your journey. Stop and talk to the other climbers. You never know how their story might intertwine with yours. And don't ever forget to pause and enjoy the view.
"Be where your feet are." Repeat it to yourself. Daily. Hourly. Until it's your anthem.
"Be where your feet are."
With love, Tessa