I have to say… I was wondering what Port Alice would be like when the REAL winter weather started. But I am really enjoying this so far.
I mean, sure it’s a lot of rain. But it’s REAL rail. Not that west coast drizzle. More than that, there is something awesome about looking out my window and seeing SNOW covered mountains that just absolutely warms my heart. Now I will admit we are one month into what the locals consider winter, but so far… I think I can handle this.
Well, it’s official. I am now 26 years old. And what better way to celebrate the passing of another annual occurrence than with the writing of a blog (Especially since those who ACTUALLY read my blog inform me that I need to update it).
When I was 20 if you had of asked me where I had hoped to be when I turned 25, I would have given you a completely different description than to the person that I actually have. That is why I have chosen to reminisce on the person that I thought I would become.
AGE 5: When I was 5 I had my life planned out in complete detail. I wanted to be a carpenter, get married to Valerie Wilson, and have a yellow Car. It was all very simple and had never seemed that far off. For some reason in my mind I held the understanding that I was turning 20 when I was actually turning 6.
AGE 10: In complete and utter denial of my being and state of likeness to that of my Father, I proclaimed to the world (a whole 100 people around me), that I was going to be an architect. I no significant Idea about what this life would look like other than the fact that it would allow me to draw and build houses. At this point in my life I could actually envision living somewhere outside of the town that I had called home for 8 years: Little Current.
AGE 15: I was lost in a world that I felt disconnected with. Wandering around in a state of self discontentment I honestly didn’t care. I thought of the prospect of computer programming, or possibly still architecture… more importantly I just didn’t really want to be around people. And was unsatisfied to be alone caught in my self misery.
AGE 20: In realization that all of my previous attempts to plan out my life hadn’t been even in the right zip code, I established a set of 5 year goals. Nothing too high and lofty, and nothing too low that I shouldn’t be able to accomplish them. Since I was in Bible College, it made sense that I would expect and have the goal of being completed and in a pastorate. I also decided that it would be prudent to have my debts paid off. The high and lofty goals seemed to count for such trivial things like: I want to have a truck AND I want to have the down payment for a house.
AGE 25: realizing that I was failing to meet my previously set 5 year plans, I gave myself an extended deadline and estabished that I would seek to have them met BEFORE I turned 26.
AGE 26: Well, here I am. I have managed to complete one of the goals: I finished Bible College and am a Pastor.
All this being established what does it show? We have a society that is very much focused on preparation and planning for disaster, emergency, crisis, career, family. You name it… you can plan it. But what does this accomplish? Where is the wisdom in it? My life now resembles nothing of what I thought it would become when I was 12, nor did I have any real knowledge about what would be practical when I was 15.
I made the effort to become nothing like my father, and I ended being more like him than I even realize today. I made the effort to go into computers or technology, but that is seemingly a previous life. This all leads me to question the motto of our modern world: “PLAN FOR TOMORROW”. Why? I have no clue what’s going to happen today, why should I plan for tomorrow. I like the biblical answer: “do not worry about tomorrow… but let tomorrow worry about itself” OR “The heart of man plans his way, but the LORD establishes his steps. (Proverbs 16:9)”
So here’s to having no plans or ambitions.