I’ll be thirty one in a few hours. I’ve had a few things happen this year. Some very bad, some very good, most somewhere in between. I’m a very different person since my last birthday. I’d like to think I’ve become more thoughtful and maybe a little wiser. I’ve learned a lot in the last year- I’ve made an effort to read more, to explore different subjects that interest me, to reflect on who I am and who I want to be. I’ve challenged myself physically and emotionally. I’ve been in the low lonely depths of misery and I’ve stood on top of mountains with my arms around my brothers. I’ve said and done hurtful things and sought to find redemption and forgiveness. I’ve leaned on old friends and have tried to give my support to strangers going through battles like mine. I’ve laughed, I’ve cried. I’ve been numb to life and have also felt charged by it.
We’re only given a precious number of these trips around the sun and I don’t want to waste any more.
Paul's letters... 