I Am 29 Years Old?

Chris —  April 3, 2011

While contemplating the move to Austin 5 years ago I took a composition notebook and a Bible into the woods and wrote a five year plan.  It talked about who I would become.  The things I would accomplish.  They were big dreams of starting grand ventures and writing and a family.

It was a good plan.

A less cynical person might describe the past five years as “learning experiences.” More than anything, it feels like a series of false starts. My life doesn’t look much like the man in the composition notebook.

I am 29 years old today.  It’s not a milestone like next year will be.  It’s more of a reminder that next year is coming, and some of the hopes in that notebook remain unfulfilled.

Yet every day I become more determined to make this year count.  Granted there have been some scrapes, but too much time has been spent licking wounds.  I’d like to claim that by this time next year things will be different.  But that has the familiar ring of the disappointed composition notebook.

Instead, this year must be about charting a new course, while being faithful to serve wholeheartedly where I am at.

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