I read an article in the Sunday Parade magazine about a young actress/singer. She states in the article that “I finally know who I am”. She stated that she was too young to know before, but now that she is the ripe old age of 17, she now knows.  Sweetie – no disrespect, but I am 60 and I still don’t know who the heck I am. We change, we evolve, we learn, we experience, we grow, we fail, we suffer, we gain, we lose, we win, we are always becoming “who we are”. I am not who I was at 17 or 27 or 37 or 47  – you get my point. It would be odd if we did not change – if life did not change us. To be the same, stagnant, never developing would be truly sad.  We meet people who change us. We get married, have children, get a job or two or three – all things change us. At 21 I knew everything about life. At 60, I know very little about life. Who am I? . Did I change? Did I just rearrange priorities? Did I have an epiphany?   Did I get smarter, dumber? Am I a result of environment?, education?,gene pool?, friends?,associates?,predestination? I am the most settled, happy, peaceful, contented, satisfied and gratified as I have been my whole life. Granted, most of that is because of my soul mate, love, and best friend Peg (all the same person). But we are very, very different persons from each other – which is not only amazing but healthy. I can be me with her, and she can be herself with me. But am I really different now than at 17 – or has knowledge, experiences, suffering, and joy merely filtered through my soul like a Mr. Coffee machine and processed out as different personality traits and philosophies while my essence has remained constant? Did God establish who I am? Has this been a 60 year journey to figure it out – does time run out before we figure it out? Are we on a shot clock? It would be just my luck to be standing around one day and suddenly realize “holy shit – I finally figured it all out” as I get hit by the proverbial bus. Who am I? This week I am Mr. Dan – who could ask for anything more…