Closing Remarks

It all started when the first man who let me couch surf with him when I was homeless in Corvallis, Brock Bristow, said I was the type of guy who should have a blog. Thus, this feed began out of thin air. It was an incredible write up. One day we'll have to print it all in diary form. Even some girls I had crushes on commented on them and made me feel good. For no reason, other than a handful of courageous (or dumb) people that I still love encouraging me to dream big and go far, I started to write.

I was 16 when I wrote my first book. I've written seven now by 24. I still have to admit, I did it for them--the amount that grew--and then for myself when I kinda messed with myself to see if I could do something that stops conversations.

In following Jesus, that aggressive mindset is refurbished to something I can't begin to talk about, but this is the last blog post I'm gonna have on this account for now.

I still have dreams and they're much larger than ever. I wanted to rant on a last post just because it's honorable to end with. I'm still gonna write, but for a separate Google account, calebcurtis.w@gmail.com


Three years later, I'm planting a Church in Portland with Brock.


I really wait on baited breath for what's ahead.


Forever,
Caleb