"Intro to twentysomething.
I bought this journal a week or two ago, and I've been waiting for just the right thought to enter my mind, sink to my heart, a verbalize through penwork. It seems that in the midst of my waiting, I've had a few pretty decent thoughts come through, and I've done my best to retain them, but nothing worthy of the first page of this beautiful new journal I'm writing in. I wanted my first words to be as exquisite and treasured as the decorated pages on which I write. But the truth is, all of it is beautiful, even the messy stuff. Especially the messy stuff. I know right where stuff is in my mess.
And at three months and nine days to 20, life is a little messy. With college and career and love and loss and bills and wisdom bits, I'm thrown into life and deciphering through what I've heard, learned, and observed, and I'm expected to figure out who I am and where I'm going. It's an impossible task if you ask me, but unavoidable. So here it is, here's what I think and what I know and what I hope will be true. Here's the wisdom I've been given by others, even if they don't believe it's profound, and even when they didn't know they were giving it. Its a melange of something I'm making into life, and sharing with you, reader. I invite you to dive into my twentysomething."
Weird, but I do write journals as if they'll be read one day, and almost in book form. Sometimes I even write letters to grandchildren, especially of things I consider history, or of incredible ways God is moving me. So here's my pearl of the day: Write your life down, Christian. It'll be worth reading about someday.
