Do you remember what it was like to want to grow up?

I do.

There was excitement in the air. Every day was a new adventure, a new island to be discovered, and we were happy to sail the seas of uncertainty in friendships, piling schoolwork, and the possibility of someday growing up.

Now, I am 27, married, and a father. I can say I’m pretty well grown. However, there is still that part of me that longs to¬†keep growing, to keep reaching for the sun and to keep pursuing the things that make life worth living: God, my family, music, writing, etc.

When I was a kid, all I wanted was to be a writer. And a drummer. And a rockstar. And a psychologist.

Oh, the wonders of youthful indecisiveness!