The Kind of Person I’m Not
Lately I’ve found myself mourning the kind of person I’m not.
“I wish I were the kind of person who…”
* Understood the nuances of wine
* Liked to cook
* Always had delicious smelling candles around the house
* Easily kept said house clean
* Could write fiction
One day when I was having one of these wistful moments, The Hub said, “why can’t you be?”
It was an offhanded comment, but one I felt to be profound. The only person keeping me from being any of the things I’m not is…wait for it.. ME.
Huh.
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