Sep 26, 2017
It goes without saying:
I do not know what I am doing.
I killed all the tilapia in my aquaponics farm because I misunderstood how to keep them healthy.
30 chickens on the farm died because I built a substandard chicken coop that some average coyote easily penetrated.
I am not a famer
Yet I farm.
There are people in my life that want me to focus. To do one thing and do that thing with excellence.
But I have lived with the keen awareness of my death since I was 12.
I don’t fear it.
When I go, I want to be satisfied with my courage to have done my best and to have seen what was possible with my life.
There are seasons of plenty in our lives. Seasons where your actions align with just the right needs of the moment and your imagination blooms in the world vibrantly.
I am not in one of these seasons.