Who Do I Want to Be When I Grow Up?

For most of my childhood, I answered that question by profession: I wanted to be a supermodel, teacher, novelist, teacher, writer ... Now, firmly in the middle of my 30s, I'm still trying to come up with an answer to that question, and trying to find it has only gotten worse.

I started thinking beyond the limits of a single profession. I want to be the-best-version-of-me, the person I was created to be, using the unique and odd assortment of talents I was born with and skills I have developed. But who needs a singing writer who crochets and has an oddly macabre sense of humor? Hmmmm ...

So now I've come to purpose. It makes answering that questions slightly easier, although I still have quite a few jockeying for supremacy. To be the-best-version-of-me. To help my son be the-best-version-of-him (with no undue pressure!). To improve the world I'm in, even just a little.

So. Starting there. And praying lots!