I’ve been a little lost in space these last few years—thinking about my past, my future, and everything in between.  Being lucky enough to do what I love for over 50+ years should feel like enough… but somehow it doesn’t.  It makes me question everything.

Who am I, really?  I lived my dream, but at the same time, it feels like I didn’t do enough.  I think about the person I wanted to be and ask myself—am I him?  Or did I miss something along the way?

I’ve been questioning life, work, love, and health for a long time now.  Did I do my best?  Was I ever good enough?  Am I good enough now?  The questions never stop.  Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one who thinks like this… or if everyone does and just doesn’t say it out loud.  I’ve always thought too much.  It’s been my curse since I was a kid—thinking about thinking.

I know I’m here because of dreams, hard work, and the life I’ve lived.  I believe this is where I’m meant to be.  And yet, I still want more.  What I’ve done isn’t enough for me.  I need help—real help.  I just don’t know where to find it.

So I ask myself again: Who am I now… and who do I still want to become?

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