"I used to want to be a ..." is one of my well known sayings. Ryan makes fun of me a lot for it. Really, there isn't much I didn't want to be when I "grew up".
A few of the careers on the wishlist included:
- Zookeeper, age 4ish - My Granny Skeet lived in Fort Worth while I was growing up, and we frequented the zoo pretty much every time I went to visit her. This made a perfect fit with my love for all critters.
- Veterinarian, age 7ish- Probably would have wanted to work at the zoo. My dad and I used to have Saturday dates which revolved around taking our Bouvier, Zorro, to the vet. I think I killed a bird at one point, trying to give it a "shot" with a toothpick.
- Scientist, age 10ish- My family supported me heavily in this! I had a microscope, rock collection, telescope, dissection kit.. You name it, I had it. I may or may not have put partially dead bugs in my mom's freezer (in a ZipLock- of course!)
- Mortician, hair stylist, age 12-15ish- I was weirdly fascinated with funerals. Totally not in a creepy way, it's just really neat. I actually ended up with a scholarship to the nearest mortuary school when I graduated high school!
- Liquor Store Owner, age 15-18ish- I would have located this directly across the street from my funeral home.. to help people drown their sorrows and all.
- Dog Groomer....yeah.
One thing I never really wanted to be was a nurse. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I love where I have ended up in the home care business, but every day I question if I am doing what I really, really want to do. If money were no option, I would not do this. I ask Ryan every day to buy a lotto ticket. It's more of my ticket out of full heartedly doing something that I only halfheartedly care about.
I often wonder how many people actually get to do exactly what they want, and make a living at the same time. We obviously won't be winning the lottery anytime soon, so I will make the best of my blessings and carry on ! After all, I'm not completely grown up just yet !