Happy Monday,
I'm almost done reading a book by John Parkin called, "F**k It: Do What You Love", and in the book he has a series of writing exercises for his readers to do to help them discover what it is that they love to do or would love to do with their lives.
One of the exercises is to have a younger version of yourself write a letter to the current version of yourself and then have your current self respond with a letter to your younger self.
Make sense?
(Read it again and brew some more coffee, it will. HA!)
Anyways, here's what 23-year old Glenn has to say today.
Much love,
(Current) Glenn || PATREON / BUY ME A COFFEE
Woah.
You're gonna be 40? Dude! Youβre ancient. That's pretty nuts. Right now I'm sitting at a desk at Alliance Theological Seminary wondering what we are gonna be doing with our life. I should be listening to the lecture, but I'm not.
Instead, I'm dreaming and wondering and am filled with hope of what we might do to change the world.
What will I become?
What did you become?
I mean.
Everyone here thinks I should be a pastor. Should I be? I even got a preaching scholarship, which was pretty rad. A pastor. Hm. Is that what you went on to do? I wish I knew. It would be so much easier to just know what you're doing these days so that I would know what to pour my attention into ... does that make sense? I don't know if it does.
I'm scared, to be honest.
Life seems so big and there are so many question marks and I'm so afraid that I'll make the wrong decision and end up blowing up my life. Everyone around me seems so confident and sure of what they are supposed to do with their lives and I'm just sitting here like, "yeah, I guess so, but I just sort of want to read and study and write and learn things and see where it all takes me. Like, why do I need a big plan and vision for my life? Seems like a waste of time."
Man. I feel like we buck the system, you know? And I like that. We think differently than everyone else does.
Wait.
You still do that, right?
I hope so.
YO. Remember when you walked into seminary on the very first day of classes? Dude, that was a GOAT move. You strutted in here with your Hollister cut-off shirt, your camo pants, your backwards Yankee hat, hair down to your shoulders, piercings in your ear, tattoos showing.
HA!
People were like WTF is this guy doing here. You didn't even care! You were just ... you.
I hope you don't lose that vibe. I hope that you always remain true to who you are, I hope that you always remain true to yourself and be you regardless of what the people around you think about it.
One thing I do wanna do, though, is I want to change the world. I mean, maybe not the whole world ... but I want to change my part of the world. I want to make a dent. I want to think differently. I want to re-invent the wheel. I want to fix what others don't think is broken. I want to ... I want to make some noise with my life.
Mom always said that when I was born she whispered in my ear, "you're gonna knock this world off of its axis little guy."
Do you think we can do that? Are you doing that right now? I hope so. It would sure make her proud, and would make me proud too.
Anyways, I hope you're well. I have 32,000 papers to write tonight (and a dungeon in Zelda to beat - you still play that, right?) and a lecture to catch up on here.
Write me back, OK?