My place in the world

As I stated in an earlier post, I am for the first time since my sophomore year in high school, truly happy. To recap, I love my life and everyone in it. I know that I am where I am for a reason. Although I may not know that reason, I know that there is one.

Just recently my life dramatically changed and I have no problem talking about it. However, I don't know how the other parties involved would feel so for the sake for them, I will leave names, many names, out.

I was at a little get together at a friends house a couple of weeks ago. She had asked about school and whether or not I was still planning on majoring in business. At that point, I was. Now, the problem with this is that I had no reason to major in business other than the simple fact that I am good at it and it is a strong degree, no matter which track I decided to take. However, I hate business. My mind is so analytical and geared towards numbers that it is to the point of insanity...almost. For some, numbers are cool. Numbers, numbers, numbers! I can't take them! They bore me. She had said that my major did not necessarily have to be something that I enjoyed. But why do it then? Because it would be good for me? (I think not.) It was with that little conversation that I decided to drastically change my direction in university. [Mr. Fuller...ahh, good man! (inside comment)]

On the first day of classes I went to an advisor and changed a perfect schedule full of business classes to a jumbled schedule full of architecture classes. I must say that so far, this has proven to be one of the best decisions of my life. (I am not just saying that because it sounds good. I really mean it.) Now some people might think this was pushing insanity - to change from business (one side of the spectrum) to architecture (on the complete opposite side of the spectrum.) The people are completely different, think completely different in the architecture department than they do in business. The business people think that the architecture people are "out there" floating around and the architecture students think that the business people are too structured.

Example: I was sitting at the bus stop waiting to ride back to my car when I overheard a conversation between two girls, both architecture students. To provide a little neackground information, the architecture department is located on one side of campus, and the business school is located on the complete opposite side of campus, across the railroad tracks (West Campus).

"Oh my gosh! I have to take a class all the way on West Campus with the business students. They are so weird too! You know, I got to class 15 minutes early. 15 minutes! I thought this would be perfect timing to find a seat and get settled before class. Do you know that I was the very LAST person in class, couldn't find a seat and had to sit on the floor. I bet all those business students got to class 30 minutes early and had already read the whole text book before the first day of class. Business students are so intense."

This just shows the difference between the two types of people. Should I explain this further? I think not.

Now to my main point for writing this tonight...what was it? Oh yes, I am here for a reason. I believe that i have found the perfect meeting point. I was bored with business and wanted to use my creativity in my work. Now I am able to be creative but still use logic and numbers to make sure everything stands! But I couldn't make the decision to switch on my own. I know that the Lord was with me, guiding me in the right direction. I know this because of how happy I am. I love my classes, I love the work that I do, I love the people in the department. I am in architecture for a reason. I am there because I am supposed to be. This is where God wants me. What a beautiful thing it is to be able to put everything that I do in the Lord's hands and know that he will take care of me and provide for me. I shouldn't have a care in the world because of this...and you know, right now I don't...except for the fact that I got three hours of sleep last night and my seventh wind just died off. I think I will retire now, before that eighth wind comes. That one is a killer!