Ah, the age old question I face from myself and inner demons as well as from the occasional friend, family member, or active bystander in my midst in our mutual understanding of how quickly my undergraduate career is coming to its close: "What's next?"
I could not have less of a clue. But here’s what’s up:
It's okay to just sit a bit in this space you’re currently in. It’s hard to feel - really feel - your own unknown. Feeling the feeling waiting to be felt. Not googling one more thing, not asking one more person for advice, not going after that cope cope cope for whatever answer makes sense.
When we cope we ignore that which MUST command our attention.
And it will continue to insist on attention through however desperately we get to until we face our space head on.
It hit me today. For the first time in my life as a student, there’s a refreshing (and unfamiliar) sense of alignment in what’s about to go down in my studies. Projects, readings, professors, discussions. It’s not school for me anymore. It’s inspiration. And it’s taken me 21 years to let that truth come to life.
Two years ago today, my heart launched into a new life. And when I say new I mean N E W. New new. Regenerated. Completely.
It was Day 3 of Passion 2017. We’d been rocked to our soul’s core in music and sermons and all the things, and on top of that I’d already spent the week before at CONYC Greenville learning what the word “gospel” meant for the first time ever. Needless to say I was on a very typical, college kid Jesus high. You might know what that feels like too.
Stepped into a counseling center for the very first time.
Ran a 10k.
Staycationed for spring break.
Organized a TEDx event.
Supported mom organizing her own.
Flew to NYC for another one.
Read a lot.
Wrote even more.
Hi, I'm Chlo.
I've been writing and reading and all the storytelling things since I learned as a kid that if you fold and staple construction paper together, it sort of looks like a real book. I have always craved soul serving stories- ones that melt like butter in your mind as you hear your heart explained out loud.
This here is my home away from home. When I'm not exploring neighborhood coffeehouses, driving down the Pacific Coast (again), or loving on all my people - I'm probably here, with you. Come on in! Scroll around. I hope you feel less alone.