I had a long swim yesterday and, as often happens during a long swim, my mind wandered to a variety of topics. I could take you down the trail that got me to today’s blog topic but it might induce whiplash – see my mind hops around a lot, it makes perfect sense to me but not always to others. At any rate, I started thinking about jobs I’d like to have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty happy with the one I’ve got but it’s always fun to dream.
The first career I remember wanting was a “tap-dancing nurse.” I know how I got the nurse part (which is laughable now considering what a poor caretaker I have grown up to be) but I’m not sure why I thought a tap-dancing nurse was a good idea. (Though I am a huge fan of a big tap dance number in musicals.) I think it would be awfully hard to put in an IV or take a pulse while tap-dancing.
The next career I aimed for was the first female president of the United States. Obviously, my sights were set a bit higher than the tap-dancing years. (Side note: It’s sad that I’m now old enough to be the President and there still hasn’t been a female president.)
Then I started getting all realistic… I was going to be a teacher, a chemist, an editor. What I ended up with wasn’t even possible when I graduated college. Funny how life works sometimes. But if I could choose NOW what to be when I grow up, I think I’d choose…
Personal Trainer: then I could workout all day and be in amazing shape for anything I wanted to do.
A Chef: in a really small restaurant, the kind where everything is served family style and you can share a bottle of wine with me while I cook.
A Book Reviewer: because getting paid to read AND write?!? Total win-win.
What would you be?