What do I want to be when I grow up?
It's a question I've been asking myself a LOT lately. Especially as I worked through the process of deciding to leave the job I had for thirteen years and return home to look after my household and try to make a go of things selling some handcrafted items.
I'll admit it's a bit disturbing to be a number a little north of forty and still feel like you don't know what you want to be when you grow up. It can be frustrating, exciting, discouraging, and fascinating all at once to try to figure out the answer to that question.
Today, it came roaring back as I read an email from BlogHer with the Editor's Picks of "5 Women We Want to Be When We Grow Up". They made some excellent choices. Women who are funny, intelligent, insightful. All good qualities for any female to have as she grows up.
But a funny thing happened as I read through the selections. I realized... I want to be ME when I grow up!!
Me. In all my stumbling, bumbling, well-read, well-meaning, lost and found, slightly OCD and less than organized, crafty, silly, stressed out, less than perfect glory!
Sure, I may not have some glowing, highly recognized or well paying career. I have some things about myself that need some work. Don't we all? But what I do have is pretty fantastic. I have a wonderful husband. I have two great kids. I have an adorable grandson. I have a few good friends. I have two sisters who I know will have my back through thick or thin. I have a creative mind. I have a sense of humor that makes some people laugh and some shake their heads. I have plants to tend, chickens to feed, a house to clean, and books to read. And that all sounds pretty good to me.
So, go ahead and ask me what I want to be when I grow up. I just want to be ME!