“When I was just a little girl I asked my mother ‘What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?’ Here’s what she said to me: ‘Que sera, sera. Whatever will be will be. The future’s not ours to see. Que sera, sera. What will be will be.” This is the first verse of an old song my parents sang to me when I asked too many questions (which I did all the time). They sang it for two main reasons: First off, it told me to calm down and let life happen, and secondly, “sera” in Spanish and “sarà” in Italian both sound like my name, Sara. It was a perfect match. My parents sang it when I wanted to know what was for dinner, when I asked about my next birthday, about family vacations, and often when I asked a lot of questions about my future. Needless to say, I was a very inquisitive child.
As I got older I mellowed out a little. I don’t plan my birthday a year in advance any more, I rarely know what I’m making for dinner ahead of time, and I rarely make plans for my future. Why? Because plans change, and change and I are not friends. I lived in one town for 18 years. I went to church with the same people. I had a comfort zone, and I didn’t want to leave it. But of course, there’s no growth in the comfort zone and no comfort in the growth zone. And, changes happened. I moved from Texas to Utah for college. I got a job that started at 4 every weekday morning. I came home and worked 60-hour weeks. After my freshman year I thought I can do hard things! I’ve got this! But that’s just the thing about change. It keeps changing.
For some reason I thought that as I got more used to change, the changes I faced would get easier. But for the most part, they’re not. Moving out of my apartment yesterday was hard. Moving out and not being with my roommates any more, that was even harder. Sitting in church, I realized that the next time I go to church, it won’t be in English. More change. And I’m nervous.
In case you missed the news, I’m going on a study abroad to Italy. I’ll be gone for six weeks, and I leave on Tuesday. We will be staying mainly in Siena, with lots of weekend trips to other cities. While there, I’ll be taking classes. And yes, I have been taking Italian. I’ve actually got 2 years on my professor. I have my talk (in Italian) all written and ready to go. I’ve packed. I’ve got my ticket. And then I look at what I’m doing and try to take it all in. It’s wonderful. It’s an amazing adventure. And yet it’s also scary. I mean, It’s on the other side of the globe! How did I talk myself into this? I pinch myself, but I’m not dreaming. This is really happening. I’m going to Italy. And I’m excited, really, I am, but it’s change. A lot of change. And that is not something I do well.
Some change is bad, but some of it is also good. People go off to grad school. They leave on missions. They get boyfriends. They get married. And with the good and the bad, I really need to learn to simply let things happen, and to enjoy them while they’re there. Maybe there won’t be rainbows day after day, but there aren’t supposed to be. Life is supposed to have ups and downs. It’s how we learn.
I’m not trying to say that I’ve got this all figured out, because I don’t. Change is still really hard for me. I’m still more than a little freaked out about Italy. Do I know what I’m doing once I get there? Where I’m going on which days and what I’ll be studying and where and when? No. Does my dad ask about it all the time? Yes. I’ll figure it out eventually. Italy will hopefully help me learn to just let things be, and more importantly, to let myself be. I’m not going to impress anyone, and yet I want to make sure that I’m “enough” for Italy. It’s stupid, because it isn’t expecting anything from me. I’m hoping that someday soon I’ll let that get past my head and through to my heart. I’m going, and that’s final. But Italy really doesn’t have expectations for me, so I should stop making them up. In all aspects of this trip my professors have approved me. So I’m enough.
You know those lessons you have to learn over and over and over again and you still don’t get it? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that song. “What will be will be” sounds like a simple enough message, right? Then why is it so hard? I can tell others. I can help them understand. But, someday I’ll learn to internalize that lesson for myself, that I don’t have to know all the answers now; that I’m doing just fine where I’m at; that I’m doing what’s right and that that’s going to have to be good enough. One day I’ll be able to say that and mean it. Maybe that day will come tomorrow. Maybe it will come while I’m in Italy. Or maybe it will be fifty years from now. But that’s okay. I’m still learning. I am still growing. And I am still trying. If that’s all the Savior asks of us, I should probably learn to be okay with that too.
My next post will be from Italy. I have no idea what changes will happen over the summer, but I am trying to have a positive view of them. I will have so many chances to learn and grow, and it will all be wonderful. Che sarà, sarà. What will be will be. Ciao, tutti!