My Hopes, Dreams, and Plans for the Next 365 Days
Hmm… hopes… dreams… plans…
That sounds like a lot of work. I mean, you wanna make God laugh, tell Him your plans, am I right?
Look, I’m not a fan of making plans. I don’t want to make wild claims that I’ll be living in another town next year. I don’t want to claim I’ll be living in Blacksburg next year. I mean, I hope I’m still in Blacksburg next year, so there’s a hope.
Five years ago, if you’d have asked me where I thought I’d be living in 2015, I never would have even thought I’d be back in Virginia. I would never have imagined that I would be living in Blacksburg, or that I would love it here as much as I do.
So let’s not think about the plans. Let’s just focus on the hopes for now. As I mentioned above, I hope I’m still in Blacksburg, but that’s because I love the friends I’ve made here and the church I’ve grown to be a part of. I hope I’m doing something different on a full-time basis. It isn’t that I dislike my current job. I’m just not content there anymore. I don’t like the 30 mile commute. And the stress to income ratio has recently become more than I believe it’s worth.
I hope I can find more time to read. I hope I can find more time to write. I hope I can figure out how to appropriately edit video footage that I took at the GAP retreat a month ago.
I find I’m so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it’s the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.