Life 2.0 – Like I Never Imagined

June 20, 2019
bearfacedcow

“… The old has gone, the new is here!”

‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭5:17‬b ‭NIV‬‬

It has been a long while since I last wrote. A very long while. All I can say is that a lot has happened since I last wrote. I knew that life had to change, and that I would move forward. However, I don’t think I would have imagined life as it is now. What can I say? I actually have a lot that I can talk about in this post, and as always I am grateful for the grace that many of you give me and the fact that I lay down my thoughts in a very disjointed manner. Mind you, this time I am doing things a little different. Instead of feverishly typing away at a mobile keyboard, or even a computer keyboard, I am actually dictating it into my devices. You might say that for the past three months I have been practising talking into my devices, so that everything can come out as clear as it is right now. However, I’ll have to keep in mind that with this newfound ability, I will have to control my babbling and get straight to the point. So, let’s begin:

Let me start by filling in some gaps between some of my posts that I will admit is my fault for not mentioning. Back in August 2017, just after I had thought that I had come to a resignation that my life was over in Ontario, that seem to change when I got back. As it was pointed out in one of my other blog posts, I was presented with the opportunity to play on the churches worship team. What I didn’t mention, was that shortly after I met a woman in our church. We found ourselves texting for hours on end and I finally worked up the courage to ask her out for dinner. Actually, to say that I had just met her would not be totally true. She was actually the girl that made my good Friday, mentioned in my blog post Lost Joy Found. Her smile pierced my heart, that at that point I found myself sitting behind her at church, just so I could find out her name. I learned that her name was Nichole, only because I heard our pastor talk to her. I so much wanted to tell her how she brightened up that good Friday for me, but I was so afraid. It wasn’t until she found me on Facebook and told me how much she enjoyed my guitar playing on worship team, that we started talking. We must’ve talked for hours that night. Finally, late that night, I got the courage to ask her out for dinner. One date lead to two, and the more time we spent together, the more I realized how much I loved her. These days, I cannot imagine spending the rest of my life without her.

Other parts of my life have taken a turn as well. My career a BlackBerry took a sharp left turn, and I decided that it was time to leave. Working in a new place, I am not only having a great time doing what I love, but, despite the fair space, it is far less stressful and far more enjoyable, looking forward to the drive into work.

Speaking of the drive, I actually never thought I would enjoy driving as much as I do now. My daughter kept telling me that I should get a pick up truck. Mind you, her reasoning was that I was getting older and I needed something a little more firm for winter driving. However, I’ve been finding this thing fun to drive all year round. I also enjoy the practicality.

Mind you, I don’t really know what she’s talking about being old. If anything, I’ve been feeling younger these days than I have been in the last 10 years. A lot of that probably has to do with keeping my health promises that I made. I will admit that I’ve come a long way. However, I still have a long way to go. What I do know is that success is in the journey, not the destination.

Jumping back to Nichole, I know that I must have left a lot of details of it, but the main point is that since I know that I do not want to spend the rest my life without her, I asked her to marry me and she said yes. I am looking forward to this new journey with Nichole by my side as husband and wife.

Hopefully, I will be able to be a little more regular with these posts. However, this is always subject to inspiration.

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