Out Of The Bag.

So, the cat is pretty much out of the bag. The reason it's been all secret is because I don't like saying stuff before it happens. I've never been one of those kind of people. Or maybe I was, but it just came back to bit me in the arse a few too many times.

But onto new transitions in life. I'm putting this out there because I want people to keep me accountable. As long as jobs have concerned me, I've always wanted to live the life I imagined. I love that imagery of having an vision of what you should be.

In the end all, what I did as a job and how much wealth I accumulate won't matter.

There is a deep dark secret, not so really, but I was known, maybe remembered as the kid that drove a Prelude. That's not how I want to be remembered. Who cares if I drove a silly Honda. I ended up selling it anyways.

I would be so sad, if when it's my time to go all people can say about me is that he had such and such material possession. That is not how I want to be remembered.

I don't think remembered is even the word. I don't care much for that.

"When I leave, I want you to know that I loved God. Not know because I told you so, but know because I showed you so. More importantly, I want you to see that God loves you."

That is what I want. Keep me accountable, all three of you that read this.