Everyone says I'm in the "real" world now-as if I was in a fake world before-but I can see it. Signing a lease, working from 7:30 to 5:30 Monday through Friday, paying bills. Even though I do those "real" things," I still feel like a kid. I reflect on who I was last July and can see growth and maturity, but a long road still waits ahead.
I like this new phase of life... backyard dinners with friends, neighbors, routine consistency, new acquaintances that grow into friendships, girls' nights with wine and fruit, big dreams, awkward groups of unknown individuals bound by a common purpose and vision, an unpredictable but bright future, community grounded in a commitment to grace and authenticity with room for mistakes and error.
Love from a hopeful idealist.