my joke of the day:
three men walk into a bar.
the fourth man ducks.
ok, you can laugh now.
this is a perfect seque into my topic today: what I wish to be when I grow up.
what do I wish to be when I grow up?
I would like to have to duck, just a little, when I enter certain places. when I walk under low-hanging trees. when I go down my stairs, moving underneath the pull-up bar in the doorway.
now I know I can't really get any taller, I know this is all just a fantasy. perhaps in another life I'll have that extra inch and a half in my leg bones. or perhaps I've had it before, and that's why I'm missing it.
regardless, I do have a more serious list of how I wish to be when I grow up:
- more calm, and even less reactive
- a better listener
- more absorbent of information that comes my way
- more carefree and spontaneous
- more playful
- less concerned with the long-term consequences of what I do, as my predictions are only occasionally accurate
- more engaged with the process of cooking
- a more willing hostess
- more willing to share myself with the world
- entangled in relationship with the love of my life
- creating the world I desire to be part of with every waking breath
- one who walks the path she was born to walk
socrates stated that the unexamined life is not worth living, and others have gone on to say the unchallenged life is not worth living, as well.
I know deep in my heart that I will die---whenever that might be---having lived a life that was extremely well worth living.
perhaps that's enough for this morning.