Remember, remember the Fifth of November, and bring Misty presents and cake!
Yes, today is my birthday. Feel free to drop by with a red velvet cupcake and a few books from my Amazon wishlist. *laughs* I’m being taken to dinner tonight, and I have no plans for blowing up Parliament, even if I do have a famous date for my birthday. I’ve burnt a Guy or two, but only since I’ve been an adult – oddly enough, my parents never would let me set an effigy on fire in the yard. Darn city burning laws…
I’m taking a break from talking about our enemies today, because I’m just too happy to think about those naughty critters that plague us. I am 51 years old today. I know, I’m not supposed to admit my age to anyone (my mother-in-law would be aghast if she knew I was telling you all!) But sometime in my thirties, I stopped caring how old I was and what it might (or might not) mean. So I’m 51! Yay! I’ve beaten my record for how many years old I’ll get yet again!
A much younger friend of mine was sharing her worries and fears on Facebook the other day. “How do you know,” she asked, “when you’re on the right path? How do you know when you’ve chosen the thing you’re meant to do in your life?” The thing is, everyone’s path is different, and just like we say about writing, there’s no one right way to follow it. Some people choose a career and find they love being a teacher or a nurse or an accountant or a sculptor. Those folks reach their goal by continuing to develop and refine their skills, following a straighter path. Other people don’t have such a straight shot to the end. It’s a wiggly, twisty road, with dips and holes and sometimes canyons. The twists can take you over sunlit mountains and through shadowed rock fields. Those of us who find ourselves on that road can sometimes discover a love of a profession, only to look around a few years later and want something else. And that’s just as okay as the folks who stick with what they choose early. I wanted to be a singer, then an Episcopal priest. In college I thought I wanted to work for the Foreign Service, then spent 15 years teaching preschoolers. It was only during that time that I realized I wanted to write for a living. I haven’t yet made it my sole career, but I’m still young, so we’ll see where my path takes me. In other words, it’s right when you believe it’s right. So if you’re like my friend and searching for answers, stop wondering if you’ll ever find what you’re meant to be, and instead be what you are.
And now if you’ll excuse me, I have a cupcake with my name on it. 😀