An Epiphany

I had an epiphany today (drum roll, please):

I am always changing.

Humor me for a moment.

Regardless of my location, I am always on the lookout for “THE” purse. It’s a bit of an addiction (okay, more than a bit), something I find equally enjoyable and annoying. I mean, it’s nice to have a bag for every occasion – a night out, a shoulder bag, a work bag, a gym bag, a cram-everything-in-it bag, a just-the-essentials bag. It’d be nicer still to have one all-around purse, ending the guilt of frivolously spent money and the shame of my addiction.

Sadly, I know this will never be; not because I can’t find it or because the styles and the seasons change, but because I am always changing. Think about who you use to be and what you wanted back then. At one point, I wanted to be a police officer/criminal investigator/psychologist/artist/mother/teacher/historian – all at the same time. And then there was my style: stir-up pants with baggy sweaters, leg warmers, spiked hair that required enough hair spray to put another hole in the ozone layer and homemade jewelry made from miscellaneous pieces of objects lying around the house. I watched trendy, boy-band cheesy sitcoms. I read books on the occult, supernatural or weird stuff in general. I wrote stories on the occult, supernatural and weird stuff in general.

Thankfully, I have changed; I have matured and grown into the person I am now: simple, conservative clothes; short hair that requires no hairspray; a fan of the BBC, History and Science channels (and the Lifetime Movie Network every once in a while). I am a fan of romances and thrillers. And I write stories that center around women; are based on the Bible; and reveal my heart.

As much as I like the current “me”, though, it’s inevitable I will change again. Who I will be in ten, twenty or thirty-seven years, I don’t know, but I anticipate that I’ll have changed for the better. And hopefully, that you, my dear reader, are with me to see it.

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