Life seemed to be put on hold. In one day, I had to rewrite my upcoming half-year. Heck, even the next day. Imagine me tearing apart the few pages where I had jotted down my dreams and goals for the semester and threw it to the trash can. I had to start over with a clean slate of paper. But, through this, I had learned to appreciate the beauty in the messy in-between-- the time of waiting in the unknown.
