The Next Step

One week from today, the majority of us reading this blog will begin perhaps the biggest journey thus far. We start our final semester in college and our first attempt at truly leading a classroom of our own. The moment we've long been preparing for... the goal we've all been waiting to reach... student teaching is finally here.
Sorry for not being overly excited about this. Trust me, I'm super excited to start student teaching. But I'm also scared shitless. (Sorry for the expression.) But it's true. No matter how excited I get with each passing day, I can't help but let my anxiety grow along side it. There isn't a passing day that I have a fleeting thought wondering whether or not I'm going to fail miserably at this. The worst part (or maybe the best) is that I know I can do this. I've done it before. I can teach. I've taught classes. So then why the heck am I so nervous?
Because this is it. This is our last and final shining moment. This is the end of the line. We win or lose. We have no more time on the clock to keep on playing. Does anyone else see my fear in this?
I know it'll be hard work. I'm not necessarily afraid of the hard work. I'm more afraid of trying to balance everything I have on my plate. But that's still not what I'm most afraid of. I know I'll get little sleep. With an hour (approximate) drive to and from school every day, in addition to then all my work at home to do, there will be little time for sleep, let alone a life of any sort. That's still not what I'm most afraid of. I know I'm going to fail a few times. I know that it's okay for me to fail a few times. That's not what I'm most afraid of. Has anyone guessed it yet? What am I most afraid of? 
Simple: The Unknown.
The mystical, mysterious unknown future ahead of us.

What's gonna happen after graduation? I don't know if I'll get a job. I don't know how far I'll be willing to relocate. I know I want to go to grad school, but I need 3 years of teaching experience first so that's on hold, on the back burner. How will I pay my bills? What am I going to do?
I don't want this to sound whiny. I'm just trying to express my fears here.
Some of you know you'll go right to grad school or you're planning on taking a year off. Some of you are getting married or taking time to start a family. Some of you are heading off to Thailand to teach for a year, others are going off to a mission in Africa. And I can't help but sit here and wonder what's my next step? What's my big move? 
I'm banking on a whole lot of prayers and a whole lot of maybes. And I'm honestly scared. For those of you that I've talked to frequently this break, you'd know the amount of emotional breakdowns I've had wondering about and fearing the future.
Even while many of you have the next step figured out, I know there's some of you that don't know what's next. You and I are riding in the same lost boat at sea. So what are you doing to cope? What are you planning for? Because I'm tired of having an A-Plan but also having a B, C, and D plan to back up in case the others fail.
I know I'm saying a lot of what-if's and a lot of maybes but this is the future: a whole lotta maybe and a whole lotta chance.