When high school graduation of one of my children rolls around, I always think about purposes in life. We anticipate that these children, which is really all high school graduates are, know what they want to do for the rest of their lives. Is this really fair? I am thirty years removed from my high school graduation and still don’t know for certain, for 100% what I want to be when I grow up.
As we grow, we change. We change our outlooks. We change our careers. We change, period!
Lately, as I run, I have had thoughts of what is yet to come – in my life, in my children’s lives, in my friends’ lives. We all change as we grow and grow as we change. A few songs have hit home from the mp3 player but none as potently as Joe Bonamassa’s “Waiting For Me.” I have held off on finishing this entry, thinking I would find the words somewhere but have not. Now I am going to listen to the refrain on my mp3 and let you see what I mean.
Maybe I’m crazy for chasing that dream
It hasn’t been easy like some make it seem
I can’t help but feeling my best is yet to be
Somewhere there’s something better waiting for me