Twelve Years

So on the way back from work I was thinking how much I haven’t been blogging and how fun it used to be to blog and what this site might be like had I kept track of the past few years of my life.  It probably wouldn’t amount to anything more than minutae (certainly not anything pertaining to breakups or heartaches) but may have been fun to reflect on.  So I’m thinking maybe in the future it might be nice to read what has been going on in my life. Then I started thinking of landmarks.  Like say, it’s been almost three years since I’ve been working as an actuary, and never in my wildest dreams in college would I see myself taking my fifth actuarial exam right now.  (Actually come to think of it I did dream of taking exams before.  Maybe I did dream of where I am!  But they weren’t wild.  OK, never in my wildest dreams, but perhaps in my tame ones would I imagine taking these exams.)  I’m on my seventh year in L.A., land of smoggy highways and good-looking fashionable people.  And I’m in my twelfth year away from college, which, I suppose is significant because that’s how long I’ve been a Christian. I guess I was also thinking how awkward it was for me in some sense to become a Christian.  I remember being asked to close the group in prayer and I had no idea what to say.  And being asked what my favorite worship song was and not knowing  any of the popular ones.  And I remember being asked to join this group for fellowship and, not knowing what it was, thinking I was going to be doing something exceedingly reverent (but ended up just going to Chillis for hamburgers).  Ahh, those were the days…