Am I the only one?

In my life, I've completed 20 years of education. I've thought a bit here and there about this and that. I've spent some time making lists of all the things in the world I think I might be able to do. And I've revised the lists. I have friends who do interesting things and friends who do other things and a couple friends who do nothing, but they like it. And as we all march on toward the great progress of age and wisdom, I watch a lot of my friends express themselves securely as someone who does what they do. And that's who they are.

But as I march, especially lately, I am finding myself less and less sure about who or what I'm marching for. And I certainly don't call myself what I do. I can't even call myself a marcher, to show that I am at least working toward progress. In fact, I feel more like a wanderer than a marcher.

The things I like to do? I enjoy my coffee in the morning, and my walks with the dog. I like to chat with the homeless folks who hang out on the alley near my work. I like to read the news and ride my bike. I even like to put together ideas sometimes.

The things I don't like? I can't stand long meetings where one or two people put the kabosh on a whole year's worth of planning because they can't figure out their place in the plan. I hate long periods of planning that are abandoned because someone got bored or simply forgot. I really dislike working in the absence of a plan, or a reason supporting the work.

Where does this leave me? I am never going to be what I do, I guess. I will have to be a dogwalking coffee drinker, instead of someone with a better title. And that may be okay, but this city is expensive.