I’m twenty eight today. Life is good. This state of limbo–between my old life and my new life–I could do with out. This gap between the present and the future seems so interminable! I have all the anticipation of my new life, none of the excitement of my old life, so I’m caught between churches, between phone calls, between jobs and between breathing and actually living.

When I close my eyes tonight, lay my head on the pillow, dream for the first time the dreams that twenty-eight-year-olds dream, I’ll feel it–that mental grasping where you close your eyes tighter, tighten your muscles slightly and want the future. Want to be married. Want my business to succeed. Want to be a man of God. Want to be outside of these parenthesis.