Musings

Ten minutes a day is my target for now. I want to write for ten minutes each day. What do I write? Where do I start? What is my burning passion?

Maybe I should write about my past, the lessons that I have learned over my time here in this world. There is much that I would love to forget. There is so much more that I’m excited to remember. At the same time, the two go hand in hand.

How do they fit together? Well, life is filled with regrets and celebrations. Take the years leading up to my adulthood, for instance, the years from 17 to 21. Those years have basically shaped me more than any other part of my life.

Finishing high school is a faint memory. I can remember sitting on the football field among my classmates, having finished well. I wasn’t in the lower half of my class. No, I was in the top 10%, but I really wasn’t sure how to go about getting the college education that I would need to be the teacher that I wanted to be.

My goal was to become a secondary history teacher. I loved school and learning, and I wanted to share what I would and had learned over the years. My desire was to shape minds that would be responsible for the society in which we live. I wanted to make a difference, not for my glory or to make a name for myself, but for the glory of God and the good of humanity.

That journey was quite shaping, abrasive and exhilarating. Every day was a new adventure. I’ll try to chronicle the steps that I took along the way, starting with my summer experience. Look for it in the next post. The journey begins.