As a junior in college, I get asked a lot about what my plan is after college. When I was recently asked this question by a family friend, I finally was honest with them and myself and said, "I don't know." This of course, resulted in my panic and a trip to the grocery store for a pint of Ben and Jerry's. This encounter came to me as I was taking my almost three-hour drive home; a flash back that once again brought my anxiety to the forefront of my mind. I spent the rest of my drive home thinking about what I was going to do with my life. I have a lot to live up to. I have cousins who started their own businesses and others who have traveled the world. I haven't been further west than Mississippi and Ohio is my security blanket that I don't want to leave. I feared that I wouldn't have the guts to leave, and that I wouldn't amount to anything because I have no sort of game plan. Hell, I don't even know what I'm doing next week.

I started to plan. I planned and planned and planned, and then, as I got on the road that leads home, I laughed at myself. I laughed so hard I cried, and then I cried harder than a toddler being told no. It was cathartic, and I felt like someone had taken a huge weight off my shoulders that I didn't even know was there. As the cornfields passed by, I realized how absurd it was for me to spend time planning out my future like that, when I wasn't even sure of what I wanted. How could I sit there saying I would be married by 28 and have two kids by the age of 34, when I'm spending my Valentine's day with a Papa John's pizza and a Diet Coke? How could I say that I'm going to be living and working in New York, when I haven't even visited New York, let alone had a job offer? My ignorance was bliss for those couple hours, but reality is always waiting on the sidelines.

I decided then and there, on my country roads leading home, that I couldn't plan. And that is OK. I can set goals, I can work hard and achieve those goals, but you never know for certain how things are going to work out. And that's OK. You don't need to have everything planned out. That's no way to live. Not to mention the fact that life is going to throw you a curve, and you have to be able to handle it and not let it crush you. I know, that is so cliche, but I swear that if you try to only plan things out, and don't live outside of those plans, you aren't going to live a full life.

It is OK not to have a plan. Take time to figure out what you want, and set goals. But unless you're going to Disney World over winter break, you don't need to plan every detail of your life. Things will work out how they are supposed to. Whether that means you live at home for a little bit after college, or you land your dream job in your dream city, things will work out one way or another. So, from one college kid, to all the other people without a plan, don't worry. The best of us don't know what is going to happen with our lives, and that is completely and 100 percent OK.