When you look like your passport photo it’s time to go home.

Sometimes I wonder if I do too many things. Is there a limit to how many interests, hobbies and side projects one person can have? Should have?

Work, yes. Also writing, photography, art, design. I dabble around in paint and watercolor. Plus the paper-making project. And the half finished sculpting projects, music, lettering. And I’m thinking of starting my own publication here on Medium. Plus I read a book every week.

We all have that little voice, you know?
The one that creeps in when you’re tired. And says things like maybe if you did one thing, you’d get farther along that if you did a zillion things. And I hang my weary head and nod. Guilty as charged.

But what would I give up? I can’t stop writing. Or taking photos. Don’t take my paints away. And, touch my books and lose your hands. See? I don’t think I’m made to do just one thing.

And then the even smaller voice whispers…
Remember that thing Erma Bombeck said before she died too suddenly?

Despite that I’m not sure if we stand before God at any point, or if there is a God to stand before in that way, somehow, all is right with the world again. All I can ever be is me. Using everything I was given.

Erma Bombeck would have been 90 years old on February 21. The title of this post is one of her best selling books — a small tribute to a woman who did many things, touching hearts being at the top of the list.

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