Goals. I wrote in January about my excitement for the upcoming year.
Here’s to a truth-telling, risk-taking, memory-making year. Here’s to a year full of love, of hurdles, and of uncomfortable leaps. Here’s to writing more, complaining less, and trusting exponentially. Full of pictures. Full of laughter. And full of new experiences.
Man, did I not know what God was going to deliver. And deliver he did. A house. A heartache. A church plant turned family. A renovation. A never-ending commute. A fog. A new clarity. Dang.
I took the month of June off, except for that one post that auto-publish. Sorry. I was going to write, and then the words didn't flow. The weeks were busy. My heart needed a break.
With that break, I gained a lot of clarity on my intentional living, which wasn't happening. I was living for everybody else, but not myself. Not where I felt God was calling me to. Not with my day-to-day, not with my community, not with my blog, nothing. I prayed a lot, but mainly I took a leap of faith. I consulted with a few close friends regarding my purpose and passion and pursuits and God confirmed them and then some.
So here's to a new blog, away from the photography and print design, but more towards where I truly feel God is leading me. Welcome to the updated Bahorich Abode.
Goals are a funny thing. Some people see goals as so negative while others thrive off of them. I think I am somewhere in between. Today I do not have any goals. I have a passion. I have a desire to be intentional.
I am not quite sure what will change around here, but my heart when I write the words on this page has already changed. Only time will tell...
