As I sit here at work the thought of being in my 50's and still not knowing what I want to be when I grow up happened into my brain again. Is it that important that we know what we are going to do with are selves or is being a work in progress enough. There are still so many things, places, people. That I want to do, go, meet, talk to and maybe take a photo of that I wonder if I can fit it all in with the time I have left. I have plenty of time most all of my family lives to be 90. 