Here’s a weekend quote to journal about: “It’s never too late to be who you might have been.” – George Eliot
Who might I have I been? Who might I still be? I've had several incarnations in my life, yet I still feel as if I'm searching for the real me. The me I might have been.
In my thirty-six years I have been daughter, sister, friend, lover, wife, and mother. But I'm still searching for me. I wanted to a nurse, then I changed my mind. I wanted to work with children in a hospital, I changed my mind again. I wanted to be a teacher and I changed my mind again. Each time I've assured myself that I made the right decision. I sometimes wonder.
I have areas of interest that call to me, passions of a sort. I never seem to have the dedication to pursue them, to persist in the follow-through.
What I do know though is that it's never too late. So long as I live and breathe, I can make new choices, I can keep searching to find the me that I know inside. The me I really am. I hope that it's sooner than later, but perhaps I will spend my lifetime searching. Only time will tell.
