Unafraid?

I have no idea what I'm doing with my life anymore. This is the first time in my entire life that I can say this.
Shortly after the realization came fear. I just so happen to be a person grounded on plans... I have always had my next five years planned out perfectly, falling in place as I went along. Now, my summer is sure to be full of unexpected changes, and in the fall I have no idea what I want to do, or where I'll be. I'm currently exploring my options, like I said, for the first time in a long time. I don't think I've ever not known where I was going in the fall. The fact that it might not be school scares me even more.
Somehow, now that I've called it quits with university, I do feel as though I've accomplished something. I'm able to scratch one more thing off the list of "what I don't want to do". Plus, I do have one whole year of university under my belt, so that if I even felt the want or need to return, I think I could. If I really had to.
The question is, am I scared or excited about not knowing?
I think perhaps having my life oh-so-perfectly planned out has always been a stumbling block for me. As much as I love spontaneity, I rarely can convince myself to live in that way.
The past couple of weeks I've been stumbling blindly over these realizations... asking people I trust what they believe and feel I should do. The one person I should have asked first though, I have quietly ignored.
What does God want out of my life? What does He have planned for me? Because all my planning is in vain if He has some other idea up His sleeves. And lets face it, He probably does. And its probably going to better than anything I've ever thought up. He knows me far better than people I've been seeking out for guidance, He knows me better than I know myself. So why is it so hard for me to trust Him?
Am I supposed to stay at Concordia?
Do I belong in Montreal?
Should I go to Dawson?
Should I move closer to Kyle?
Would I be happy in Alberta?
Would it be acceptable for me to move back home?
Do I want to move back home?
Should I work for a year, or continue my education?
What's holding me back from making such important decisions?
Yet, somehow.. for the moment... I feel strangely at peace with the idea that I have no plans. This opens up an entire new world to me, and now nothing is holding me back from choosing want I want to do. But instead of asking what I want to do, shouldn't I be asking what God wants me to do?
I guess maybe God's telling me its time to face my fears.