I’m 26. Sometimes that makes me feel old. I can remember specific instances in my childhood that I would contemplate what life would be like when I was finally grown up. Would fart jokes still be funny? Yes, they are. Would I still play video games? Also yes. I knew that by this point in my life I would have everything figured out. Sadly, younger self, this is not how it is. Perhaps I was asking the wrong questions. Looking over my life and seeing what has changed – the areas where I’ve labored for growth and found it along with the areas where I could not progress yet God’s grace still collided with my fallen nature – it seems that as a child I did not know what it was that made me childlike.
This is something I have been meaning to do for a long time – too long actually. As soon as I am finished and click “Publish” a small monkey will jump off of my back. It will not be missed. It’s funny, really, that it has taken me so long to actually write a post. It’s not as if there is little to write about. The world around me gives me plenty, but this is the FIRST post. The hardest. How do I start? What do I say?
“My life is not my own.” I think I will start there.