What I'm Learning On This Journey

Still waiting on my new driver's license. Perhaps tomorrow I'll take my expired passport to the Post Office to see about the PO Box. That way I can finally get my email system up and running.

Throughout this journey I've certainly learned a lot. Between three books by Russel Brunson, several webinars, and a focussed way of looking at Social Media I've been gaining some new skills. Just six months ago I wouldn't have known how to set up a landing page for an email list, and then develop an automatic sequence to welcome the new person into this online community. But now I have a pretty good idea on how to do it.

I was reading through another parish profile today, and saw how one of their goals was to increase communication both within the Church and the wider community. Heck, that's exactly what I've been learning how to do since December. I'm scarcely six weeks into this project and I've gained some new skills that I think would really benefit a parish.

And the journey continues. Aside from this work I've been plugging along in my tax training, and enjoying a new pastime with my son. He decided he likes going to basketball games, so we've spent a few hours each evening at his school whenever the big kids are playing. Now if I could only impress upon him good sportsmanship from the stands - but that's another story.

But life is still happening and I'm sure my calling will come into its next phase before too long. Until then I'll keep doing what I'm doing.

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