Someone asked me the other day – What defines you? I found the question very hard to answer. Over the years I seemed to have lost pieces of me.
I look at the people around me, my friends, my co-workers, neighbors and colleagues and think that they are all so much more interesting than me. They have a passion or a talent or a cause. I am not sure what I have.
I used to sew.
Now I am in my 40’s, and trying to reclaim what was lost. I am not really sure where to begin.
I used to draw.
I have beautiful children who inspire me every day, I believe that they are my greatest achievement.
I used to dance.
I have a successful career working for an organization that helps people, they really like me and I have all the flexibility in the world.
I used to dream of something different.
I have a home in the suburbs.
I used to want a rowhouse in the city.
Now I am grown up – how do I know this where I am supposed to be? Will I regret not doing something different? Am I wasting time?
I used to want a lot of things.
Now I just want to be happy, fulfilled and enjoy each moment that I have.