When you were little, what was your answer to "When I grow up I want to be a ______"? A fireman? A doctor? A waitress? Did you make it? If not, would you still want to be it?
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Thursday, August 9, 2007
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When I was really little, I wanted to be Daniel Boone... I even had a coon skin hat.
When I got older, I wanted to be a writer, an artist, or a lawyer.
Mostly, I wanted to live life in a big way - I wanted to dare to be different, I wanted to stand up for what I believed in, I wanted to FEEL life as energy pouring through me...
Then something happened, and I'm not sure when, where, or how.... but it happened after I was married and so I'm thinking that my marriage and my children must have ben part of it... and I started wanting to just be safe.. to just be hidden... to just be "ok"...
And I lost all my courage and confidence and started making choices based of fear, anxiety, worry, guilt, and anger.
I buried my bold beautiful dream of who I could be in such a deep strong hole that I'm beginning to think I might never claw my way out of it.
I always said I wanted to be a vet or a pet store owner. All of my diary entries said something about wanting to work with animals. When I was getting ready for college I decided that being a vet was "too much work" and I also found out back then, pet stores were not very reliable places to buy animals, so decided against that.
I never would have guessed I would ever grow up to be a police officer or have any kind of job that involved typing, but that is how it turned out.
And even though I currently don't make a living as an animal communicator, the fact that I am one tells me that part of my life came out right, anyway!
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