I tried too hard to find a way to start this blog without being over the top cheesy. Here are some of my legitimate attempts. Sometimes we find ourselves in the middle of a crowd... Have you ever gotten to a fork in the road and... People like to tell us that having no plan is "a great place to be because it leaves so much room to grow." I have no idea what I'm doing: Part 2. I just made my way back to Indianapolis after spending a semester at the Contemporary Music Center in Nashville, TN. It was awesome. It was difficult. I'd say I loved every minute, but I promised myself not to lie to you. Although I didn't always love it, I needed it. Now I'm sitting in my father's office with no summer plans. People keep asking me what I'm doing and I tell them that I'm "still working on the details"...aka...I don't have the energy to explain that I have no plan. I feel like I'm juggling chainsaws. I've got a chainsaw for if I get the internship I really want in Nashville, a chainsaw for working in my hometown, and a chainsaw for a plan I haven't even begun to think up yet. I've thrown all of them up into the air and I'm waiting to catch whatever comes back down. I have metaphorical chainsaws swinging above my head and gravity will bring them down. The cool thing is that I'm not worried. I know that when one falls (because eventually it will) I will catch it and keep rolling. I will be ok. That's my favorite thing about life; growth and change. There's something about looking back on the horrible seasons and situations and realizing that there was something good that came out of it. As cheesy as the whole "leaving room to grow" line is, I've said it and I believe it. Something is coming in this next season of my life. It will be good, whether easy or hard, and I will be better because of it. So here's to being comfortable with no plan. Here's to not worrying when you could be. Here's to a second blog post, to a smallest space of stability. Here's to having no plan and leaving room to grow.