Day 25 – What did you want to be when you grew up? Why and/or how did that change over time?
Like Miss Piggy, I thought the world was my oyster. I was going to be a teacher, a psychiatrist, an archaeologist, an Egyptologist, a writer, a movie star, a mommy, a stewardess (which is what we called flight attendants when I was a kid), a singer, and anything else that happened to pop into my brain.
So I’m a writer, although not a rich one. I’m a singer, but I only perform at home or in my car, and my audience usually requests that I stop singing. I’ve done a little acting, although I’m not very good at it. Being a psychiatrist would probably involve my taking biology at some point, and since I boycotted the dissection unit in biology when I was in high school, I highly doubt that’s going to happen. Not to mention the fact that I suck at math.
When I was in my teens, my mother insisted that I learn how to type so that I would always have a job to fall back on. It turned out that I’m a damn fine typist, and I’ve supported myself for many years with my skill on the keyboard. I went to university, and thought about teaching but couldn’t find a job. Apparently the universe doesn’t really need middle-school English teachers. But I got a good job that has consistently gotten better and bigger, and I still have room to grow. I work for a great boss, and I have to say I do love my job.
So while my childhood dreams did not include being a quality assurance assistant and working in operational controls for a bank, and yet, there I am. And it’s not a bad thing.