I don't claim to know what God's plans for my life are...honestly, I've never been one to sit and dwell on that, wondering what He has in store for me...
I just kinda wing it, do the best I can in the moment, hope that my future isn't totally screwed because of it.
...that could explain why I'm you know, HERE. Where I am. Now. Today.
*sigh*
I do NOT, however, think that THIS is what God wanted for my life. I guess, if I was really feeling dramatic and depressed, I could put the blame on God, demand answers from everyone around me as to why a loving God would let one of His children go through this.
...think I'll skip that part, own up to the fact that, holy crap, I made some bad choices and didn't listen to my own advice when I was younger, and now, with God's help (as I know He hasn't abandoned me here), I'll climb up out of this mess I've helped to make.
If I can just get through Christmas. That's the goal. If I have to, I can do New Year's too.
And then...the sky (or the next town over, I guess) is the limit.