it's not goodbye.

words from my best friend.

In four nights I will be leaving behind all familiarity and embarking on the greatest journey ever. Rad, but a tad frightening. Will I be smart enough? Funny enough? Part of the 'in' crowd? Is there even such a thing? Will I be myself? Will I feel pressured to be someone I'm not? Will 4 months fly by? Will I make it?

I can worry until I'm blue in the face, but I there is nothing else I can do but to just be me. Simple as that. I'm confident that if I dwell in who I know I am, with God as my foundation, things will be just peachy keen in no time at all.

Also, it's odd how I will worry worry worry, THEN remember that God has it under control - Isaiah 26:3 is permanently marked on my body, for goodness sakes! Then why do I keep filling my mind with worry first, and God second? Although I am far from a worry-wart, I often catch myself attempting at life as a lone solider, forgetting the Dude who has the trail already blazed.

I hung out with Jo for the last time today. I have spent all summer with her, and now I won't be seeing her until the winter. We did crazy things, laughed a lot, reminisced, cried, wondered, admired, enjoyed, and cherished tiny moments durning our day together. The highlight though, I must say, was just being with her, driving to a friends house, enjoying the dying sunset and John Mayer's melodious voice. It's odd how the tiniest moments seem to to be the greatest and most appreciated.

Take care, and thanks for reading.

Love, Danielle.