The future freaks me out

So, after months of casually sitting back and letting my future take a back seat, I decided to actually do something about it (specifically starting this blog). As I start my third year in college (whoa!), I am beginning to think it may be necessary for me to figure out what I want to do for the rest of my life. Whenever anyone asks me what I am planning on doing with my majors (magazines and history), I give one of the following answers: a) go to grad school, b) work with an international news source, or c) I'm not sure. Lately, my answer has been some form of c) with my newest being "Wherever the wind blows me." Truthfully, I don't really like to think about the future. That's not to say that I don't make lists or plan (I plotted out my entire academic career when I was a freshman), but I've recently had trouble picturing the future. If someone had asked me five years ago where I pictured myself, it would not have been sitting in Athens, writing a blog. It probably would have been designing buildings or something like that. My goal for ten years of my life was to become an architect. I used to draw houses and floor plans; I loved watching home improvement shows. At the end of my junior year of high school, I decided that architecture wasn't the path for me, and ever since then, I stopped looking so much into the future. As Robert Burns said "The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley" (or "The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry", in case you don't speak Scottish). Maybe one day, I'll know what the future holds for me. I'm just going to go wherever the wind may blow me until I find out.