I was at a job interview recently and was asked the question, “Where do you see yourself in five years?” I understand the intent of the question and responded honestly and appropriately, but afterwards I couldn’t help thinking about that question. If you had asked me five years ago where I thought I would be today (a question I’m sure I answered as I applied for internships and looked forward to my third year at Columbia College), my response wouldn’t compare to my life today.
Five years ago I was living in Gatlinburg for the summer as part of summer project with CRU (Campus Crusade for Christ). Part of my job on the team was planning weekly outreach nights for us to hang out with international students who come to Gatlinburg to work each summer. I loved it! I made amazing friends and learned hard lessons, I grew in my faith and got to spend the second half of project working at a cabin rental company. I loved it.
If you had asked me then where I would be today (five years later), I would probably have imagined an internship, a job, possibly moving to a different state or even country to work with kids, and maybe some romance along the way. Grad school? maybe after I get a steady job—I just finished a four-year degree in three and a half. I need a break. Marriage? Let me laugh for a second. There is no one—repeat—NO ONE in my life even interested in me. I know couples have cute meeting stories, but fairytales like that don’t exist. Staying in Columbia? PUH-LEASE. I can’t wait to get out of here and move back to my quiet little corner of the world or go somewhere brand new (international work is calling my name).
A friend once told me that you make plans and God laughs. It’s now one of my favorite sayings. I don’t think plans are bad, but you have to admit, some (most) things are out of our control.
So, I graduated college. Didn’t get a job. Spent a whole spring and summer working with the youth group at my church and sweating at youth camp (and loving every minute). Went to grad school (you can laugh, it’s okay). Those were the absolute hardest years. I cried and studied more than I ever have and tried to convince myself to quit school at least a dozen times (per semester). I kind of got set up on a blind date, and we got married after graduation in a fairytale ceremony in front of a white gazebo in a green meadow on my parent’s ranch. We don’t have plans to move to a big city or move permanently to another country.
Instead we laugh a lot, and I cry a lot because that’s what I do when I’m emotional. We play a lot of games (we are not discussing the monopoly game from last night, though.) and enjoy waffles on Saturdays or walks downtown. I’m catching up on rest and reading and waiting on my counseling license. If I dream about where I’ll be in five years, you’ll hear me talk about houses and puppies and babies. Then again, I have no idea what to expect.

