people used to ask me “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
They usually, of course, had a single thing in mind, like being a firefighter or a doctor or a teacher. My first thing I wanted to be when I grew up was an archaeologist. I was a little braniac even then. Over the years I’ve thought about being a solider, a musician, a teacher, a writer, a pastor, a business owner, you know the drill. Every option was good but each option was too small.
The truth is that I want to be everything that interests me and being defined by one thing may be a sign of being grown up but its also extraordinarily boring. So I’m a Priest, a musician, a writer, a husband, a caregiver, at any one given time or all of the above at any one given moment. The only thing that’s the “one” thing is following Christ, the rest is wherever my heart takes me. I guess I’m old enough not to care about whether people think I’m sufficiently grown up and wise enough to know that putting all your eggs in one basket just doesn’t work.
Have enough to eat. Have people that love you. Keep close to God. A roof over your head would be nice and the rest is gravy. Sing when you want to. Pray when you need to. Work when the work is there to be done. Love as best you can. Don’t leave a gaping hole in the earth when you’ve gone to your reward. Live at peace with heaven and your neighbors. What more is there? Only the stuff that people want you to do because it matters to them.
Maybe I’m just an old hippie without the drugs. Still I’ll die with a smile on my face.