I kept thinking about where to begin.
Not in a big, abstract way—but in a very practical one.
If this idea of a personal curriculum is real… if it’s something I’m actually going to do and not just think about… then it has to start somewhere concrete.
Not everything at once.
Just one place.
I’ve done this before, without really naming it.
Picking up a book and sitting with it longer than I planned to. Taking notes, coming back to the same page, trying to understand something that didn’t quite land the first time.
But I’ve also done the opposite.
Starting five books at once. Jumping between ideas. Feeling like I should be making progress, but not really staying with anything long enough for it to matter.
So this time, I’m doing it differently.
I’m choosing one book.
Not because it’s the perfect book. Not because it solves everything. Just because it gives me something to return to.
Something to stay with.
There’s something about narrowing it down that feels almost too simple.
Like it shouldn’t be enough.
But the more I think about it, the more I realize that most of the depth I’m looking for doesn’t come from adding more—it comes from staying longer.
Letting something unfold.
Letting questions take time.
So this is where I’m starting.
One book.
One notebook.
One place to return to.
I’m reading Knowing God.
Not quickly. Not to get through it.
Just to sit with it.
To see what stands out. What doesn’t. What I understand. What I don’t.
To write things down, even if they’re incomplete.
There’s no real structure to it yet.
No system I’m trying to follow.
Just the decision to begin—and to keep coming back.
That feels like enough for now.