I want to be great

I'll make this short because the rain is already making my kids squirrelly, and the last thing they need is an unattentive teacher. I slept fitfully last night, kept awake by a barely tangible sense of dissatisfaction. When I was a kid, I dreamt of great things. I was going to be a professional wrestler, super hero, and the president of the United States. As I have grown, my dreams have become more commonplace, less grandiose, but I still don't feel like I've accomplished these goals. I want to be great:

1. I want to be a great husband- I haven't loved Jennifer selflessly enough. I haven't thought about making her life easier, even if it causes me inconvenience. I don't help out enough around the house.
   
2. I want to be a great son- My family doesn't get along. I haven't called my parents "just because" in too long. I haven't prayed for reconcilliation in my family.
   
3. I want to be a great friend- I haven't loved you all deeply enough. I haven't opened myself, risking ridicule, so that you can see the real me, giving you permission to show me the real you.
   
4. I want to be a great teacher- I don't plan ahead well enough. I don't come up with engaging lessons that inspire my apathetic students. I should be smarter and use big words in common conversation to demonstrate to the students the power of language.
   
5. I want to be a great Christian- I get angry. I get frustrated. I'm materialistic. I lust. I don't pray or read my Bible nearly enough. I'm too opaque. People see me and not Christ in me.
   
   There is no punch line here. Just a quick look into my head (at least where it is right now). Sorry it doesn't come with a better view.