In a novocaine-induced, post-dental-appointment exercise in listing to myself all my little woes (wait, isn't that supposed to be "count your blessings?"), for various reasons my mind came up with the phrase "people are holding up my future." Immediately a bright crimson flag began waving in my head, declaring that something wasn't quite right about that idea. It didn't ring true. In fact, it's impossible. God's in charge of my future, and He's got it firmly and purposefully in His hands. It's not really available to others to "delay" or "mess up" except as He allows, in His wisdom and goodness. There's nothing to worry about.
I'm right where I'm supposed to be right now. I keep hearing this message from God. It's like the refrain in the song He's singing over my life. Sometimes I try to change the tune or skip a verse, but He faithfully keeps singing it as He's written it for me, gently reminding me after each stanza that He's running things and I'm in the care of a Professional.