Yesterday I exited my twenties. I did not have a panic attack but I cannot say that it did not affect me. Because it did.
I woke up wide awake at 5:30am, as summer comes this seems to be more and more of a natural occurrence, and after read a few chapters of my Bible, I wrote in my journal and spent some time in reflective silence.
I thought about what I had wanted to accomplish by this point in my life and how I felt about what transpired thus far. I have a family and a house, a nice job and wonderful friends, and the best wife in the world. My life is rich and full and I could not be happier with it.
Whenever I think about my life goals, I tend to think about time and how I spend it. Where do the hours of my days go? Work? Sleep? Wife and kids? Do I think about myself all of the time? Or am I considering other people?
Time and how I spend time; that is what occupies my mind.
Dietrich Bonheoffer a pastor in Germany who was executed by the Nazis two days before his prison camp was liberated wrote in the book, Letters and Papers from Prison:
“Time is the most valuable thing that we have, because it is the most irrevocable.”
This causes me to consider things that distract me from what I want. Or that annoying thing that bothers me that is not really a bit deal. There are so many things that make me petty or selfish. I want them out of my life.
I hope that as I advance through my thirties that I will find myself on the couch in front of the television a whole lot less. I hope I play outside with my children. I hope to plant gardens and write novels. I hope to invite friends over for meals and share life with them. Life must be lived and as I stand on the precipice of the thirty to forty year divide, I know adventure and a full life awaits, if only I live it.
Writer, turn off the television. Be with your family and friends, then shrug off sleep and finish your work.
Cheers,
Bob