09 February 2026

a To Do plan b

In the early 1980s I began drafting what I'd call my mission statement.

That document (which is rarely but occasionally revised) continues to be useful, although I often fail to follow its guidance - which only increases its value.

I don't believe I've ever realistically (mentally & materially) been in a position where I could have bought and maintained a house with a garden.  And my disappointing albeit minor internal chaos continues to manifest in repetitive foolishness & failures.  But God does not tell me to abandon my seemingly delusional aim to build a cathedral.

Instead, I'm guided to believe there are some ways through which I could achieve at least a couple of objectives which might prove satisfactory before this life of mine comes to an end.

For example:

How much would it matter if my cathedral was just a story and not an edifice built in stone?

And - for my family and friends - wouldn't it be relatively easy to organise just a few simple but hopefully enjoyable and memorable activities?

And, of course, I always have so many other ideas - scribbled down in notebooks or listed in some catalogue subindex - but then hasn't that also been a problem?