i want to live in a world of color.

i want to live in a world of color,
where gray becomes yellow and red seeps through the cracks and the holes.
where white is not white- but light;
and blue reaches deep to my soul.

i want to live in a world of color,
where the rain brings new life to the green,
the colors around me enfold me, surround me,
and orange remains yet to be seen.


i dont always live in this world of color- or world of life. right now i think i am standing on the edge between a gray scale world and one blush, lively and vibrant.
there is this tension that i feel caught up in and i don’t know quite how to deal with it.

all my life i have labored and poured my heart and soul into my school work. i’ve gotten the best grades, been in the top of my class, and been coined the next promising scholar. my parents, my teachers, my friends, my scholarship donors- everyone has always been very supportive and encouraging- promising me great things and marvelous success in life.

but what is success? i don’t know anymore. its been a rather quick breakdown the past month of motivation slipping more and more each day. truthfully, i dont understand how i can make it through another year of school- and that makes me anxious. i dont want a job where i work 40-50 hours a week doing lots of pushing paper, computer work, and administration.
am i lazy? i dont know. i just know that i want to live in a life-giving world existing of my acrylic paints, my camera, and my Bible.


and thus my problem. i’ve always thought and been encouraged to get a degree, graduate college top of my class, and go on to get a “really good job” probably have a few kids and grandkids, teach them about Jesus, and then die one day a happy person. but i don’t know if i want that.

i’ve always been hardcore women’s progression- getting top jobs and being just as intelligent and hard working as men, if not earning more money. and i still believe these things are good. but i’ve always wanted to be that and now that i don’t know if i want to be that anymore, my identity crisis deepens.

and so where does this lead me? on the brink of something beautiful. but afraid to leave behind what has defined me for so long. afraid to step out from behind the books and the bright and “successful” future.
i mean who am I if i’m not Tahni Candelaria- University Scholar? i dont know. and as much as i want to find out, my friend Fear is faithful and he is always by my side. he always reminds me of what i could be, what i would be leaving behind if i moved beyond a 4.0 and career opportunities.

perhaps God, who is far more faithful, will give me the grace to see Him moving me in the direction of abundant life. here’s hoping for that…