I had an ongoing conversation with a friend in college about whether the intention or the result of any action mattered most. I always sided with intention, he always sided with result. We agreed we could live in harmony as long as we stayed on our own side, never holding each other accountable to the opposite side but always to our own.
Lately I have been holding the idea of intentionality with more depth than before. It seems to have become something that holds me in, keeps me safe and is a blessing. But what happens when the ropes become too tight, the thoughts too thought out, the event too planned? Where does that lifestyle let me heart roam and my creative side thrive?
And so I intentionally walk down an unknown road. The road might be called "graduate school" "living on my own" "marathon" or "self-actualization" it really doesn't matter. There is intentionality in all of these decisions in my life, now it comes to the humbling point of accepting that no matter how intentional I am as I head out- I have no idea what the result will be.
