What’s Next?

What’s Next?

By Destiney McIntosh

What’s next for me?

Is what I think

As I put on my cap and gown

What’s next for me?

Is what I think

I hope my feet fall on solid ground

What’s next for me?

Is what I think

As I look on the place I called home for 4 years

What’s next for me?

Is what I think

As I try and hold back the tears

What’s next for me?

Is what I think 

As I hold on to friends that are true

What’s next for me?

Is what I think 

As I recall what we’ve been through

What’s next for me?

Is what I think

Is this really then end?

What’s next for me

I choose to see

The chance to begin again

      – 5.7.19

4 years ago, when I pulled up to my dorm I did so with the vow that I would not allow my insecurities to hold me back in my college experience.

4 years later I stare at my graduation gown as it hangs in the bedroom of my home here on campus. The reality staring me in the face.

4 days from now I will be graduating from college.

I will walk across that stage, symbolizing my march to the next stage of my life.

I am thinking back on all that I’ve experienced.

Year 1: Where dream met reality. I had no idea what to expect from college, and I hit some road blocks on the way. But I also established lasting friendships without even knowing it.

Year 2: I must admit this year is kind of a blur. But I think I was beginning to find my way.

Year 3: I often say that I believe this year was my best year. The people in my life mixed with the experiences and the growth. This year was far from perfect, but I see it now as the transition, the start of where I am now.

Year 4: The result of year three, is the year of growth. It is the year of reflection, the year of awareness. It is about positive vibes and intentionally seeking to be who God has called me to be.

And though my undergraduate experience is coming to an end, I know God has only begun with me. This was a space of intentional refinement.

Maybe my chrysalis?

I came into college this naive and fragile caterpillar. And now after being in my chrysalis, the space of transformation – I emerge as the butterfly. No longer that caterpillar – these college years have caused me to shed those things that did not fit my call.

And I didn’t know why I went through some of the things I did. The darkness and the pressure that tested my faith. The wait. It was all part of the design. My transformation into the butterfly.

So as I brace what’s next, I cannot do it with a caterpillar mentality. Who I used to be. No, I emerge anew. So, I face what is next, hopeful, for I have seen what God can do!

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