My Favorite Me

Like you, I have an ideal image of who I'd like to be, all saved up in my head (up top, in the back, above the left ear).

This man is taller. He's smarter, funnier, successful. He runs his own business. He's a family man. He's probably named Jack.

He's a people person. He puts others at ease. He's interesting, but doesn't have to monopolize the conversation.

He's helpful. He'll lend a hand or offer sage advice at the merest sign of need.

I'm not him.

But I'd like to be.

I've been stretched pretty thin lately. I've not been my normal self. I complain more. I sleep less.

I need to focus on getting back to basics.

So I'm going to take some time off for a while and go work on improving the things I can, and fibbing about the things I can't.

See you in a while...