Sunday, January 23, 2011
When I grow up, I want to be…
What do I want to be? What do I want to do? Who am I? It seems I’ve been asking myself these questions for twenty-five years now. Before that, life was simple: I was concerned only with keeping my pink blanky away from my brothers. But after so many years of searching for an understanding of who I am and what I want to accomplish with my short existence here on Earth, I still don’t know the answers. I don’t know what job would suit me best. I don’t know what I would be happiest doing. I don’t know what I’m doing.
That’s really the truth of it: I don’t know what I’m doing! It’s a hard but beautiful truth, I think. Some dreams from my younger years have faded with time (I confess—I no longer want to be the next Amy Grant). Other dreams have come into a clearer focus. But an even greater realization is that I have new dreams—things I never would have expected of myself when I was 10 years old: An author, a poet, a theologian, a philosophical, a creator of journals, an auntie, a sister, a friend…
The good news is, you don’t have to stop dreaming. You don’t have to abandon old dreams for new dreams. You can put them all together—and like a puzzle, perhaps the true picture of “who we are” won’t be clear until we see it in completion. Perhaps that is okay.
In the meantime…keep daring to dream new dreams. Keep adding pieces to the puzzle of who you are, growing and learning more about yourself and your talents. Don’t settle for an easy answer; find out all that you’re capable of.
All my love,