Last night I apparently posted to Twitter:
I don’t like that I haven’t been where I want to be.
It was a random, late night, verge of sleep tweet, but it spawned a couple of responses essentially asking where is it that I want to be.
I want to be where…
- I’m employed
- I’m learning new things
- I’m appreciated, and I
- I finish posts that I start
- I’m not so self-critical
- my leg was never hurt
- I don’t have to worry about how I’m paying bills next month, or this month for that matter
- I’m back in shape
- my dog doesn’t shed as much
- my grass grows
- I’m taking more photos… like I used to
Where do I want to be? I want to be 20 years ago…but then I wouldn’t have my kids, so not really.
Where I need to go? I need to go working on growing up, because I’m tired of being grown up.