I was having a bit of an identity crisis and I asked my oldest son what he thought I should do with my life. He said, “write.”
Unexpected.
So here I am, after a very long break. I have this idea that some day I could pull together all the threads of experience and thoughts that are in my head and turn them into a book. A book about faith, and failing to fulfil your potential, but changing tack and doing a bunch of different and surprising things, about being interested in psychology and business and contemplative prayer and music and how all those things do, or don’t, go together.
Also maybe a bit about how sometimes you get surprised by the shades of grey and the contradictions inherent in midlife.
We’ll see.
Worms 