Yesterday was Who Shall I Be Day, and who shall I be if not someone who finds out what that means.
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I’ve actually explored who shall I be throughout my long life, as I’ve been a technical writer, film student, teacher, partner in an advertising agency, psychotherapist, mother, songwriter, and —of course! — blogger, who shares images like these.
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Who shall I be today? Someone who doesn’t drink wine (or any alcohol), who would love to have ice cream for breakfast (but won’t), who has relied on a pacemaker battery for 62 years to keep me alive, who hates Florida, and who appreciates my thumbs because everyday I use them to create this blog on my phone.
Here’s what I find when I search for “who shall I be” on YouTube:
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Who shall I be? I shall be someone who expresses gratitude for all who show up here, including YOU!
I’m so content being myself right now I cannot imagine being anyone else, unless, as I pointed out in my comment last night, I could revisit myself at a time in 1969, when something truly magical happened. Luckily, I realized it at the time. 🙂
I’m so grateful that you are you, Barbara.
What caused them to shut down some parts of the supermarket? Was there a power failure?
There was a power failure, my observant friend.
I can only be me –
And you are wonderful, beth.
One of my favorite Far Side cartoons is a penguin in a giant crowd of penguins singing “I’ve got to be me…” I want to be that penguin.
I’m so glad you got to be you, Chris, and that I get to be your friend.