Now Playing: Phillip Phillips / Home. I’ve always noticed people who have two first names, like Michael Scott or David Brent; Phillip Phillips’ parents took it a step further, though. There’s a line between a little funny and preposterous. They jumped over the line and laughed.
This isn’t for you, but it is. This is for me, first. I reread some old blog posts today. Like, written-the-last-time-the-leafs-were-in-the-playoffs old. They were… irritating. But, as I read, I realized that I wanted the same sort of measuring stick to use 10 years from now. And picking up a pen… or a laptop… and writing some in a regular, consistent way is a great way to provide that measuring stick.
So, what’s going on? Well, lots of things:
– I’m helping to lead a church that is the result of a recent church merger. It’s the third-scariest work I’ve ever done, and it’s good.
– I’m working running a therapy office.
– I’m doing freelance publishing work on the side.
– I’m the husband of one, and it’s the second scariest work I’ve ever tried. I love it so much, even when it’s hard.
– I’m getting ready to publish my first few books as a publisher. That’s exciting.
– I’m the father of two, aged five and two, and it’s the scariest work I’ve ever tried.
– I’m still struck by the greatness of God and my sinfulness as man. I think I’m probably more honest about it at 30 than I was at 20, but I’m more aware of how much a work-in-progress it is, too.
That’s about it for tonight. I wanted to do this because, well, it’s been a while since I’ve done this.
… A man in a … very nice camper wants to put our song on the radio. Give me a pen. I’m signing. You’re signing. We’re all signing.