Looking back I remember wondering what I would be someday. Today I was thinking about what I would be some day. Tomorrow I’ll probably do the same.
As I write it’s clear that would’ve, should’ve, could’ve thinking wants me in a headlock, instead I choose to dream and wonder about what I will be some day.
Then I realize it’s not about what I will be some day but what my children will remember about me when they look back – then I conclude,
“The best thing you can leave behind is a good name.“