I'm looking at a deep blue sky filled with puffy white clouds spanning Arizona as far as I can see. I'm reflecting on my heritage and all of the generations that went before me. My ancestors and their trials and the lessons they taught and still teach me.
I stumbled across a "resume" that my great uncle Darwin wrote. It is a nine page write up documenting a little bit about his parents and siblings. Having grown up in the same Rocky Osmond that he refers to as the 80 acre family farm it takes me back to my own childhood and frankly reminds me once again that I would very much like to put on paper my own life story.
I can't help but wonder if someone will take as much interest in my life as I do in the lives of my ancestors. It's amazing to me that in my 45 years, now in my 46th, all of the places I've been and the things I've seen and the people I've met. All that I've accomplished seems in some ways to be a result of my DNA.
Anyway just a short note but a statement of resolve that I will one day write my story if even only for myself.