Birthday Side Effects

I've been alive for 29 years and almost 8 days and I'm suffering from "new age syndrome." Is that a real thing?

With New Belgium's Snow-Day winter beer in hand, Annie F. Downs book opened, and the tub running - I prepared to soak up and rest in the start to this new age of life.

A mini - what I think might be a sliver of a panic attack - later, the water was too hot, the book was annoying me me, and a beer that was downed before it was enjoyed. Nothing was right, everything was wrong, and here I am about to be another day into year 29 and I can't find peace with it. 

It's not that I feel old.

It's not that I regret what has already been.

It's that I have too many stinkin' things I want to do, and too many ideas of where I should start.
It's that my passion is so wide, so tall, so deep - that I get lost in the love, joy, and gratitude I have for all things.

You have to wrestle before you can win.

And that's where I stand, in the arena, time to fight some rounds and get some answers.

Luckily, Denver had 13 inches of snow and I was given the gift of time to listen to James Granger's "God With Us In Rest" sermon.

Take away: "Stopping long enough and consistently enough - to remember who God is, who we are, and who we are not." [James Granger]

I'll pray for that.
I'll cheers to that.
I'll rest in that.