I think people are a lot like cows.
It's so easily to duck our heads and stumble along, not thinking to glance up and check our location. I don't think people get lost in a hurry. They get lost one small step at a time. Without consciously stepping with purpose I get lost. I get swept away in the daily menial tasks of life and I forget to live.
I figure the key to not getting lost is to remain found—and that is exactly what I intend to do this semester. I begin this wide eyed, purposeful walk with a few directives, goals, or destinations in mind.
I want to tell stories. I want to tell others stories with gratitude and share my own story with bravery. I will live as a gracious participant, not an unwilling victim. I plan to laugh—a lot. I intend to live unashamed, but with the humility that only grace can afford. I will let my tears fall to water the soil of new adventures. I hope to ask for forgiveness often, and give forgiveness freely. I will drink lots of coffee, I'm sure. I want to breathe a little deeper and listen to the wonder of my own heart beating. I will try to be kind. I plan to read on my own, but share tea with friends. I will practice treating myself with reverence, respect, honor and awe.
I want to make a beautiful story with my life—showing others that life is meaningful.