She’s not me; she’s better.
I had a kid late in life. Yes, selfish – lots of places I wanted to go, and did. Lots of things I wanted to do and see -and did.
Then I met my husband who is different. Because who you like when you are in a hurry, like in your 20’s and 30’s, is a different guy than who you like when you are 40 and sick of slick and shiny.
And we had a kid. She’s 24. And holy crap, she turned out great. I mean GREAT. Independent, hard working, thoughtful, and focused.
Which means if I never write another book, or sell one, or get on a bestseller list or walk to the stage to receive a prize, I have done more good in one human being than any bestseller could do.