November 17, 2016
Just finished my first journal, and I wanted to share the final entry with you all. So here it is.
Currently I find myself seated on a rock that is on top of the world. It’s past noon, the sun is beginning to sink in the sky. It’s November and I’m on a mountain. This is a special mountain. I’ve slept on it. In fact, a little over three years ago, I shared communion with a few of my friends: Tyler, Ryan, Cody, Drew and Jake. It was an adventure I’ll likely never forget, and as we sat where I sit now, we broke bread, passed a bottle of grape juice around, gave thanks and enjoyed the landscape in good company. Today I’m seated with Tyler. We’re reminiscing, but also eager and afraid of the future. We have the choices we’ve made, those we are currently making and a whole lot more to make in the years ahead. Choices that don’t matter, choices that do matter. A whole bunch of them. As I continue to write, I find myself drifting back and forth between the future I find myself to be so concerned with and this moment. The weather here is perfect. Every so often, a gust of wind passes over the rock and chills my fingers to the bone, but between those moments I feel the gentle caress of the sun’s warmth. It’s amazing how I can hear the wind swirling about in the trees so far off before it finally reaches me and knocks the pages around over and over again. It is tranquil here – between the quiet conversations of the other hikers, and the laughs Tyler and I share every few minutes, I can say for a moment, I am satisfied. I wouldn’t want to finish this journal in any other state of mind. Right here and now, I feel right.