What do you want to be when you grow up? Remember that question? I’m still asking it of myself at 47 years old. There are so many possibilities for what to do today and who we will be tomorrow, but I believe in destiny. I feel our legacy is within us from the moment of conception. Some learn their way early, and others don’t realize their purpose until their final moments. Perhaps it all has to do with the choices we make; we may unknowingly be opening and closing doors due to a lack of vision and clarity. The idea that we don’t have all the answers is both comforting and sad because time is precious, and the hourglass slows down for no one.
I am confident that I want to love and be loved. I know beyond all reason that I was born to write and travel the world. So far, life has not dealt me the perfect hand, and I must play to the best of my ability with the cards I hold. Head up, eyes open, ears tuned, and mind alert to the next knock-knock-knock on the door of possibility.
I look forward to the day opportunity comes looking for me. I’m ready, willing, and able to answer that door and always and forever learning in the meantime.