I wonder how it feels like to not be me.
On the one hand, I might be a wealthy person, with a high-flying job that comes with endless perks (like flying first class, a continental car and an unlimited dental plan).
On the other, I might be worse off, stuck in a job I truly hate but had nowhere else to go because I don’t have actual skills to offer.
What I know is that I’m glad I am me. I like my work, although it can be a pain in the behind sometimes. And what do I do again? Well, I write, I teach and I am an officer-in-training. Among other things.
What a year, filled with so many events and happenings, both good and bad. And for that, I am grateful.