I have been wrestling with this very question a lot these days. There are so many things I want to be and do and learn and try.
In no particular order…
I want to learn upholstery.
I want to go back to school. Maybe get a PhD. Maybe get an Associate degree. I want to study history and organizational leadership and wood working.
I want to (finally) learn how to cook…well.
I want to help change the way we educate kids today.
I want to educate kids today.
I want to write a book.
I want to speak Spanish fluently.
I want to finish that headboard in the garage and take the embroidery machine I bought last year out of the box…and use it.
I want to take really great digital photos.
I want to sew.
I want to write a complete e-mail or essay or blog entry without rereading it 100 times to find the word I missed that makes it grammatically incorrect after I turn it in or send it out.
I want to grow my own food and teach others how to do the same.
I want to learn how to can.
I want to tear out my master shower and the linen closet in the hall on the 2nd floor and install a giant tub with a glass enclosure and then tile it – by myself.
I want to write a good book.
I want to have my own business.
I want to take my boys on the same road trip my parents took me on every summer, picking a highway and driving it for a month, stopping at historic places along the way.
How does one cram this kind of stuff into a life already full of other wonderful things I wanted to do and am doing?