I have a friend named Eddie, a brotherly figure in my life who is married to a beautiful woman named Whitney. Occasionally Eddie and I meet at Starbucks to discuss life, God and the things I'm too afraid to ask myself on a daily basis.
I think it's important to have a friend like this. One that asks the hard questions like, "What are your goals?" "What are you doing to accomplish those goals?" "Why aren't you doing anything?" [Insert excuses, fears, obstacles and so on.] "Okay, so tell me about that."
Our discussions usually consist of a dozen questions that I struggle to answer. The usual response is, "I don't know." So why am I not taking the time to know?
A few years ago I would have told you that the majority of my time was spent thinking about the world and life and the meaning of it all. I spent time reflecting on the beauty, the struggles, the blessings. Everything. And today I find myself missing that. I've found a routine, with waking up early, going to work and doing little else—to be honest.
So here I am questioning what I'm doing with my life, with the realization that I need to start asking harder questions. And that brings me to this new series called "Homework." Earlier this year Eddie assigned me a list of questions he suggested I ask myself, advising me to take the time to answer one each week. There are five questions total. (The first has five parts that I'm going to divide into five weeks; so that's nine posts total. Look for a post later this week.)
So, reader, I hope you're okay with me sharing my answers here. And maybe, just maybe, you'll start asking yourself the tough questions as well. Please know if you need someone to listen, I'm here.