I always thought I would reach a point in life when I had it all figured out. I would know who I am. I would know what I wanted. I would know what I wanted to be when I grew up.
At 47, I still struggle with who I am and what I want to be when I grow up. It’s not that I am jealous of people who seem to have it all figured out. Maybe they really do have it figured out…or maybe they just fake it well. I consider myself a work in progress and imagine I always will. When I was little, I wanted to be a marine biologist. Now, I live in Kansas. Go figure.