Can you help me become Samantha Stephens?

I find myself at the age of 45, doing well in my career as a Human Resources professional, singing in church on Sunday, dabbling in the rental business, writing notes on napkins, laughing with my toddler grandson while we await his sibling’s birth, and generally enjoying my quiet life in the quaint lakeside village of Grand Haven, Michigan.  Yet there are so many things I still want at this stage. 

I want, for instance, to weigh 125 pounds despite eating at McDonald’s every morning and getting no exercise.  Since I weigh more, does it mean I’ve exceeded my goal?  I want to go to the doctor for my scheduled physical next month without worry whether he’s going to tell me to cut out salt, caffeine, sugar, fat, and generally everything that brings me pleasure if I want to see the age of 50.

I want to possess the powers of Samantha Stephens from Bewitched.  With a twitch of the lips, I’d have a perfectly manicured lawn, an immaculate home, and a hot, tasty meal that leaves my family and friends crooning how it was the best thing they’d ever eaten.  Every night I want them to say that.

I want to have an adoring husband who would move heaven and earth to please me.  I have the husband. He’s just not always so adoring. 

I want to get my novel into print this year without having to hunt for a publisher.  Can’t they just realize my raw talent and come looking for me?  Can’t they just read the first page of my manuscript and realize it will sell a million copies? 

I want my mother to be proud of me as she looks on all of us from her cloud in heaven.

I want to mean something, to leave my mark, to rest in the assurance that people were better off having known me. 

For the last couple of years, I have wanted to start a blog.  I never put finger to key, though, because I knew I didn’t have it all together yet.  I didn’t have all the answers yet.  Why would someone want to read what I had to say when I didn’t even know what I was trying to say half the time? 

It occurred to me this morning.  I will never have it all together.  I need you! 

I need your insights, your comments, your understanding, and your support.  Your words might be just the thing to put me over the hump, to craft me into the person I long to become.  We will giggle together, connected by our illuminated laptops, not realizing until now that anyone else ever thought this or felt that, just like us, before.  And together we will be stronger for it, better equipped to handle our days, our lives, our pitfalls, and our grief.  We will dream together.  We will learn together.  We will leave this world a little better than when we entered it. 

Enjoy this blog.  Enjoy your day.