I’ve apparently spent most of my life not really knowing who I am. It sounds silly and trite and middle-age-ish, but when you don’t know who you are, you spend most of your life living according to someone else’s wants, needs, and desires. It’s taken me this long to realize that’s a big reason why I’ve never felt satisfied.

I’ve been chipping away at me and finding there’s a lot that makes me tick. And a lot that could make me tick faster and louder. Certainly I think more than maybe I should, but what I’ve found has been interesting. And I hope it will lead me to a place I choose to be, instead of just where I land.