a reminder

for me, not you. What? you think this blog is for you?

"I will love school like a long lost friend. I will kiss the ground it is built on. I will build. I want to build, I want to educate, I want to learn, I want to have done this 3 years ago with the rest of my friends. I want to go to seminary. My happiest work was reading at diedrechs with coffee in hand, preparing lessons for the college and young adults groups. I liked it completely selfishly. It gave me an excuse to teach my self a thing or two. Maybe someone else learned something to.

I will be a Teacher/Pastor/builder. I want to feel my work with every part of me.

I love music, but sometimes I feel like I'm holding on to a dream. I just don't wanna let down the 12 year old me. Maybe I was meant to be the 40 year old picker doing worship every week. And maybe that isn't as sad as it sounds, cause in 15 years I will care even less what you think."

I wrote that a while back.

Sometimes I feel a huge pressure like time is crushing me. The future can be very oppressive. My words are like an anchor to the past. They keep the clocks at bay. They encourage me.