I’m still feeling wonderful about the election. Hopeful for the future. Optimistic about things. That the world is full of possibility.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how we get to be the people we are. What makes us a person who wants to run for president? What makes us someone who wants to be an executive, a nurse, a bird-watcher or a stock broker? What is that driving force, the motivation?
I don’t want to be any of those things, but I’m thankful there are people who do. Every four years I’m astonished there is a whole field of people who seek the presidency. Obviously, anyone who does so feels a great desire for it or they wouldn’t undertake the arduous process.
The experts would tell us we’re all a mix of nature and nurture and we can’t ever be sure how much of which because neither exists independently. I suppose that makes sense, but I do wonder how we get to be the people we are.