It’s never too late. Really and truly.
I didn’t know that, at my age, I would become a wannabe. I’m pretty comfortable in my lifestyle. Family and friends all good. Love our new digs. What could possibly be missing?
But I seriously wannabe an “–er.”
Or an “-ist.” Even an “-ant.”
I want a title. As in baker, butcher, candlestick maker. Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy-er. Dentist. Consultant. And so on. Probably should’ve thought about that during my school years. Other things got in the way.
There are days when I don’t do a whole lot but rearrange dishes, read a book or two, take a walk, fold some laundry. None of that grants me access to the world of -er, -ist, -or -ant.
I also do crossword puzzles. Sometimes more than one a day. And there it was last Sunday.
My AHA moment. Not only was I doing what I enjoy…filling in the blanks and solving crosswords.….but I filled in me.
The clue was “someone who solves crossword puzzles,” and the answer was cruciverbalist. That describes me perfectly and sits sweetly on the tongue, I think.
I like it. A lot. Even though I had to look it up on Google, it makes me happy.
Now I have “–ist” status. Who could ask for anything more? Especially after all these years.
It really is never too late.