The Real World or Who I am or Insert Title Here

The real world.  This concept is something that we have been told about all our lives.  'I can not wait to get in the real world', 'Just wait until you are in the real world'.  Where does it start?  What is it exactly?  My world feels pretty real right now.  I work everyday nearly 40 hours a week and go to school full time.  I have a few good friends and I have people in the world who are not real big fans of the Wilbur.  When I was young I wanted to be a fighter pilot.  I did not take my genes into account when I was six and made that decision.  I did not realize at the time that I would grow to be six foot and weigh 240.  That is quite a bit too big to be riding around in an F-14.  Here I am at 27 in my long awaited senior year of college.  Finally I feel like I am doing everything right.I am really excited about my life and where it will take me.  I hate that it has taken me this long, but I am here.  I can not dwell on what has already happened.  I can not keep going back to my failures when I get down.  I know what I want to do with my life, I know who I am going  to spend it with.  I have never, never felt as confident as I do right now. Rain will still fall, I will still slip, but I can get back up.  I know how to get back up.    I fully understand how this real world works.  I am just excited that I am finally starting to see who I am.  I have lived my whole life unsure about that.  Unsure of how I feel, unsure of how to react.  Right now, somewhere within the last few months I have found Will Bradley.  He is a man who wants to love people.  He is a man who wants to work in God's creation.  He is a man who has finally figured it out that it is better to please God than people. I could type on this all night.  If anyone reads this I hope that you get something from it.  I actually needed to put this down on digital paper.  It is something that I have been wanting to get out. Now, I have.

I wish that I could make this the coolest, most hip blog that you have ever read.  Maybe there happens to be someone out there who thinks that it is.  Maybe, per chance, there is someone who is patiently waiting for me to publish this post.  There are so many directions that I could take this particular post into right now. I could discuss the state of my life and  how things are really going better than they have in a while and how I actually and honestly have a new drive and desire in life and how I am figuring out who I really am and who I am supposed to be.  I could talk about how the Braves are in first in the division and how they really look good.  I could write about college football starting in a week.  I just do not know.  Maybe one day I will be able to make sense.  Maybe this will become something more than a public journal.  Maybe I will bring back the lists.  I love making my lists.  They make me smile.