Life Stories: 1

On my fourth birthday I remember sitting under a hanging cloth shelf in my family's dining room. Our wooden floor was hard on my knees, and my head was oscillating the towers of knick-knacks above. I was looking into our kitchen watching my father wash the dishes and my mother finish icing a cake for my birthday party later.

Observing the birthday preparations, I had a deep four-year-old thought, "I am really old. I am four." I am not sure why I remember the exact mental phrasing that ran through my brain, but this memory has always been etched into my past experience library. Throughout my life, some memories have stuck with me and some have slipped away. For whatever reason, concrete has held this one in place.

Some memories are recurring and mighty. Some are blurring and dying. I am going to start a blog series to tell my life stories. They may not be chronological or comprehensive, but I want to start writing out my life. Any blog of this nature will be titled: Life Stories (Number X).

Let's Get It Started

I am a student at the University of Texas at Austin, and I recently completed my freshman year here. After considerable study, growth, and fellowship, I realized how little I practice writing outside of normal study. This blog will be my attempt to remedy my lack of self-initiated writing. As an aspiring writer, theologian, philosopher, and educator, I hope to improve my skills with practice. I am not setting limits on the content or style of writing I will share, but I do have one rule: I will be honest. If you aren't a fan of honesty, I am going to politely suggest you curtail your curiosity and resume your regularly scheduled programming. However if honesty is a ship you have already boarded or it perks your attention more than customary morning coffee, perhaps you will enjoy my attempt to share my life with you.