God Has Made Everything Beautiful In Its Own Time.

So today I had a meeting with my academic adviser for pre-journalism. I was a little nervous about it since I've been so up in the air about whether switching to journalism from pharmacy was a good idea. I've been stressing pretty hard over what my future will look like and if I was just being a total failure by "taking the easy way out" as a couple people have pointed out. But I really needed to see her about my schedule and becoming an actual journalism major, so I go in a little early, and she starts reading my personal statement, which is a requirement to becoming a journalism major. It's pretty much me on a page: strengths and weaknesses, plans for the future, where I'm coming from, and events that have changed my life. Almost done with the first page, she says "You're a really good writer." Being the mouse that I am (seriously, I've been called mouse since I was like five), I thanked her quietly, looking down at my lap. Further into the paper she looked up at me and commented on my writing once more. "Seriously, you're a much better writer than any pharmacist I know. I really think you're making the right choice." It probably wouldn't have looked very professional, but I just about started crying then and there. It was like a weight being lifted off my shoulders. I don't know how my adviser knew exactly what I needed to hear to keep going, but I think Jesus knew I needed some reassurance that I was walking in the right direction. Just wanted to PTL a little bit :)