Sometimes I feel like those gone before me are watching and wondering how I’m going to come rolling in.

I have no plan. I’m not even flying by the seat of my pants. Things are changing so quickly now that I see no reason to commit anything to memory. Pretty much everything I believe now has about four inches of concrete over it, so I’ll be riding this belief system into the crematorium, unless I have an epiphany, and if I do I will surely let you know. I am confident that there was a master plan for my life, and that I am exactly where I’m supposed to be, but I’m beginning to realize that it wasn’t my plan. Every small decision turned into something larger over time, and I am ready to live my life out with the accumulation of each of these decisions. Occasionally I look backward. When I do, I’m amazed at what looks like orchestrated progress, when I know that from my perspective it was random chaos. My brain is growing tired so I will leave with this, to loosely paraphrase Esther….

Maybe we were created for such a time as this.

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