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Maybe because of the time of the year, you know, looking back and looking ahead, I find myself wondering what do I want to be and do when I grow up? (Somehow I think though that "be-ing" and "do-ing" may be worthy of its own blog post.)

That is one of the advantages of being in the work-optional stage that I am in now, I can think about these things. (And by work-optional I am optimistically choosing to believe that it is my choice, but considering the climate...well..)

Anyway, back to my story, if I wanted to work, I wouldn't have to get a job based on my experience or what it pays. I could just choose something I wanted to do, do anything to start and work my way up (and yes, "up" is what I would do, because that is how I am).

The question is, what would I do if I could do anything I wanted to? I am terribly afraid that I would squander any time that became available by working on my project list. I want to do more grandiose things, like change the world (although to be honest, I think I got tired just saying that). Maybe I'll settle for changing the lives of those around me. (And these thoughts have been spurred by the thought of what I would want on my epitaph.)

Writing, social work, public policy - all attractive options to me. (Although social work scares me most because I feel I would bring the pain and suffering home with me.) But these are not new questions to many of you I am sure. The one thing I do believe though is that without a plan and without execution, dreams will remain just that.

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