I had a nice little chat with my manager today, reminiscing about what we wanted to be when we grew up. Not so much what we wanted when we were 7 and 8 years old, but rather high school or first year college students. I’ve mentioned in a previous post how when I was 7 years old I wanted to be the youngest person to ever win an Oscar – until I found out that curly-headed little troll Shirley Temple had already beaten me to the punch. When I was 9, I was convinced I would be the first woman president of the United States (huh, yeah – kill me when that happens).
However, as I “aged” and became more knowledgeable of the world around me, I decided that there were more important endeavors for me to try and explore. So in no particular order and purely for my selfish amusement, here are a few careers I was dead set on pursuing (at one time or another):
Anesthesiologist – yes, I was dead set on becoming one when I was a senior in high school and even part of my first quarter up at Weber State. Here’s the thing: anesthesiologists deal with needles…on a DAILY basis. I don’t know why I thought I could overcome that small factor but apparently I did. My undergrad focus for about a year was Zoology. Do I have a problem with needles? Why don’t you go back a few posts and read this here. Good grief, I can’t even imagine what my malpractice insurance premiums would be because the situation would inevitably always end up like this: “Here’s the doctor who’s going to administer your epidural…Doctor? Doctor? She’s fainted again! Aaaahhh! The needle has pierced the patients’ spine!”
Photojournalist for National Geographic – Ever since I was little, I have loved the NG; I obsessed over it. Both of my grandpas had it at their homes and I would spend hours poring over the pages and drinking in each image, no matter where the location, even if it was some exposé on small state fairs in such exotic far off places such as Nebraska…or Kansas. I know that the powerful images often captured within those glossy pages started my love affair with photography.
Freelance writer for Conde Nast Traveler Magazine – okay, seriously, this is my dream job. I can’t think of a better job than to traipse about the globe exploring remote jungles, experiencing hidden B&B’s, doing an adventure tour to the Galapagos Islands, hiking the Andes, or setting sail in the Mediterrean and then coming home to write an article extoling the good, the bad, and the heavenly. Plus, it combines two of my favorite loves: travel and writing. I haven’t given up on this dream job yet, especially since my current position seems to be in a state of flux…
Perhaps you would like to share what your dream job may be – you might actually be doing it! In either case, from the ridiculous to the sublime, it’s always fun to dream of what you could be. I would just like to know if there are any wannabe circus fire-eaters out there.