June 28th, 2012
I’ve never been good at letting go. I cried as I drove away from my college campus at graduation and I barely made it out of my final Anglican mass for the next year without tears. I asked my brother when he would receive his next paycheck and he said “Next Thursday.” I won’t be here next Thursday, I’ll be in South Korea.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m very, very excited about my approaching year in South Korea.
But I’m also anxious and unsure.
What if I’m not a good teacher?
What if I can’t adapt like I thought?
What if I have more bad days than good ones?
Despite my fears and my reluctance, I’m at an odd sense of peace. Of course, Philippians 4:7 tells us that Christ gives us the peace that “passes all understanding.” As July 3rd creeps closer and closer, I know that everything will be okay. Still, I’m a naturally nervous person. I’m an INTJ with an affinity for nail-biting and anxiety.
I’ll be growing up this year. I’ll be growing up in a different kind of south. I’ll see you in there.