Tomorrow is Set-ish

Dear God,
   I don't know if I did this on purpose but now I'm not so worried about the impending school year. ...although the word 'impending' is ominous, generally applied to storms. Anyway, I mean, I don't have, like, a plan. I have back-up plans. I know, I know. A back-up plan requires an initial plan, but my initial plan isn't really a plan so much as a ploy- a scheme- though without the negative connotations of ploys and schemes.
   (Honestly, can we have no secrets without ulterior motives?!)
   I'm just, you know, ready.
   Especially now that I have this short-term job. Thanks for that. I didn't think I'd get it. And I kind of don't know what to do with it. I mean, I know how to do the job, but I'm so surprised that I actually got a job-. It's surreal.
   I've already made a list of books I plan on bringing with me.
   Thank you, God, for your help. Thank you for your subtlety in my life. Thank you for not pounding on my head and heart. Thank you for just guiding me and nudging me, and for the occasional, "Seriously, Tine, go that way. There's no other way."
   I'm not excited for the future, no, but at this point not-dreading it is a plus.
   Thanks. Really.
   Thanks for the creative ways in which you approach me, and my sisters, and parents, and extended family, and friends, and strangers. Thank you for being so...individual. For mixing justice with mercy, and equality with commodity.
   Thank you for never fitting inside the box, and never letting your creation do the same.
   Maybe I am a little excited.
   Love you!