Reflection Sets In

There it is. There's that moment I was waiting for. The reflective stage of moving on. I haven't really had much time for it until tonight. It has been a time mostly of celebration and love, but reflection, for me, is deepest found in moments of isolation. I went on a ride tonight through the back roads of Nashville, thinking as I was driving. It was too beautiful of a night to pass up. The cool wind blowing through my nylon jacket felt liberating, like showering in air. I remembered lots of things. I think most of it was over dinner discussion tonight with my parents and uncle sitting around as my friends and I reminisced over stories from the past. Viking was right, we do have some really good stories and they get better and better with age. But I have found a great many things within myself that I am thankful for. I know who I am now, and I think I know what I want. I'll be moving in that direction, I've been moving in that direction I suppose. If you were to ask me, I wouldn't know what to tell you. It's hard to put into words, but I keep feeling it. It's some sort of, dare I say, calling for which I have been given all of this strength and drive, but no vision as to exactly where to pour it. It's coming though, or at least I would like to think it is coming. I may die tomorrow and we would never know, but I'd like to think that it is coming.

Again, I can't stress how happy I was with graduation last night and just the time of fellowship I have had with family and friends this weekend. In time, much will change, but I commit these things to memory, and as Viking said before, they will get better and better with age. I will have something to talk about when I am old and I have kids of my own going through similar situations. I'm grateful for that.

Peace and love.