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Whether you are a first-time passer-by, a frequent visitor, a devoted reader, a comment-bearer or a silent stalker from afar, your obligation is the same.
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What should I be when I grow up?
I've been doing a lot of thinking about this lately - probably because I've reached my quarterlife crisis (thank you, John Mayer, for coining that phrase for me). Anyway, leave me note of some sort that speaks to this topic.
Now.
Because you have to.
Because I said so, and you read so.
3 comments:
Ballerina! Marine biologist! Pottery shop owner! Honestly, I don't have an answer for you because I'm still stuck in my own crisis. I can tell you, though, that I'll be praying for you and that I am full confident that whatever you do will succeed as a result of your talent, wit, charm, intelligence, beauty, and perseverance.
you should be Pocahontas, and paint with all the colors of the wind.
I'd say do what ever God is leading you to do. Well that's just what I think.
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