A round number birthday is approaching the week, roughly marking the halfway point as a space traveler. I feel like I should be a little more contemplative—thinking about where I am, what I’m doing, where I should be, etc. But I want storytelling to be the point of this here blog, so I think those things are being accomplished, in a way.
Occupying my mind the most has been a job interview I had last Tuesday, for a position that would open a lot of doors. I interviewed first, and I think it went really well. I truly believe nothing more can be done from my end—I have a lot of things in my favor here. A few other folks have interviewed, and the waiting, as Tom Petty would say, is the hardest part. We should know something this week sometime.
This past Saturday, the First Lady and I went into Birmingham with our church friends, as a batch of deacons, including two women from our own parish, were ordained and sent into the world. I’ve spent time here saying how much we love our church, and we were not disappointed. The music on that enormous pipe organ, in that church which began its history in 1871 and has sent men off to several wars, was incredible. The liturgy I’ve known since I was a boy was uplifting and soothing all at the same time. Truly a special event for us.
So maybe I’ll get a little more reflective as this birthday approaches. Right now, it’s a day this week much like any other day; a birthday that for now feels like any other.
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