My dad retired last week.
I’ll be getting married soon.
I’m 36. Self-employed. No kids. Two dogs. Soon to be two cats—thanks to my future wife. We’re building a life. Slowly. Carefully. With a lot of moving parts.
Lately I’ve been thinking about what this all means. This phase. This stretch of road I’m on. I’m still juggling client work with multiple agencies. I’m still grateful for the work. But I’m also building something else on the side—a Bible notes app—with a friend who lives in Oklahoma. I’m in Iowa. We work remotely. It’s slow, but steady.
There’s a part of me that wants to shift. To step away from the agency grind. To give this app a real chance. But it’s not that simple. I have responsibilities now. A future to build, and someone to build it with.
So for now, I’m in the in-between. Still working. Still dreaming. Still grateful.
“Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established.” — Proverbs 16:3
That verse has been sitting with me lately. It’s also one of my friend’s favorite—the one I’m building the app with. That feels like more than coincidence.
I don’t know what’s next. But I know who I want to become:
That’s the direction I’m facing. I’m just taking the next step.