that I wanted to be a potter when I grew up.
Now I know.
But I also want to be a writer.
And a knitter.
And a painter.
And a hiker.
And a biker. (The peddling kind, not the loud kind.)
And a runner.
And a peacekeeper.
And a drawer. (The pencil kind, not the dresser kind.)
And a teacher.
And a dyer.
And a designer.
And a sewer. (Both the garden kind and the fabric kind.)
And a mother.
And a lover.
And a follower. (The Jesus kind.)
