I'm slowly, gratefully settling into being 28, feeling 28, letting it sink into my soul and my bones. I feel many changes coming, good changes. I'm excited for my FOURTH summer in Nashville. It's pretty unbelievable that I've created a home here all on my own.

I'm turning 28 at the end of the week. Wowza. I'm twisting and turning this whole crazy notion of me being older, getting older, becoming old- I'm twisting and wringing it out, looking for significance, and some hope for what could come, or really: Of who I could be. However, the real question, the quest, actually, is to figure out what the hell do I want in this life?

I've been alotted some time here. It's temporary, as we know, and it's fast, fast floating away from me, from all of us. How quickly I've gone from an adolescent to an adult. From a college kid, with limited world experience, to a professional person, who has a valuable role in an office, with the heavy responsibility of parenting myself and creating the life I want. There's nothing holding me back, and I feel a grave accountability to make my life and moments worthwhile.

Let's assume that miracles to do happen, and I actually make it to my seventies. What do I want to show for myself? How good can my life be- and what are the essentials that make a life good? Yes, yes- there are the external things, children and marriage, etc, which I've pushed onto God for leadership. Submission onto God and a prayer...and an apple booty.  But what can I work on within? Who is the person that I want to be?

I hope to have a strong spiritual relationship. I hope to be wise, with integrity and knowledge of the hearts of others. I hope I'm comfortable- physically healthy and free of pain. I hope I'm able to give and receive love. I feel like that's a good life for me.