So, what do you want to be when you grow up?

How many times did we hear that as kids?  I was always afraid to answer, afraid that once spoken, that would be my fate even if I changed my mind…

What if I don’t want to be a doctor, lawyer, fireman, cowboy, astronaut, rock star forever???????

So many choices, so many things I could be, could have been…

And 45 years later, I still have no idea.

I know who I want to be though…  and the list grows every day.

I want to be a good friend, a good aunt, a good partner, a good daughter, a good sister,  a loving and nurturing presence in the life of someone that needs it.

I want to do no harm, I want to lead sometimes, I want to follow sometimes.

I want to live life like a starving man at a grand table, voraciously consuming the sights, sounds, scents, and tastes.

I want to hear ALL the music.  I want to read ALL the books.  I want to drive fast cars and ride slow trains.

I want to speak ALL the languages and play ALL the instruments.  I want to drink cheap moonshine and Dom (not at the same time, mind you).

I want my head to be so full of memories when I’m done, that there is no more room.

I want to play hard and leave everything on the field, because the street lights will eventually come on, and Daddy will tell me it’s time to come home.

When that time comes, I want to go home exhausted and smiling, with scraped up knees and bruises from all the fun I had.

Isn’t that the whole idea?  Isn’t really just an awesome game of dress up?

So, whatever costume you choose, rock it!

I think I’ll be a rock-star pirate cowboy tomorrow…

Slán,

 

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