When I started blogging 7 years ago, I was a different man in a different place. I was 42; my oldest was in middle school, my youngest not even in kindergarten; I was about 30 pounds heavier; I was married and virtually incapacitated by panic attacks (these last two are not unrelated). I was teaching growth track classes at a megachurch and active in their small group ministry.
That was Dan version one point five or six.
Now, I’m 49; Zack will soon begin his junior year at Auburn (I have an adult child!), Anna is in middle school, and Isaac will soon be in high school; I’m smaller, healthier, grayer; I’m divorced and living an active, happy life (these last two are not unrelated). I’ve gone from megachurch to church plant, where I led the small group ministry, to St. Thomas, where I was confirmed as an Episcopalian last November.
Additionally, I’m living on my own for the first time in my life. This change alone is exhilarating and more than a little frightening–complete freedom and complete responsibility.
I love it.