The ideas are exploding in my head and some have splattered on to my desktop already...ideas just waiting for a blog to be assigned to them when time is again my own.
So this morning, I begin titling the new blog, but something tells me to Google the topic.
Yep. You guessed it.
There's about two hundred other blogs dedicated to the same thing. sigh.
Why can't I have a few little bovines running around my counter tops? Or have the ability to share "poop in the tub" tales with such class that the world queues up just to read them? Or some spooky transparent beings living in my closet (not the regular skeletons N.Y.'s Gov. David Paterson keeps introducing)?
Because I'm boring.
Good ol' I-have-done-nothing-with-my-life-for-so-long-I-bore-myself boring.
I'm not looking for pity here. I can stand in front of a mirror and acknowledge my flaws without slipping into pajamas for the rest of the week.
Where I could use your advice is:
Does anybody know what I want to be when I grow up?
I'm figuring, if God is good and I don't live to be a shriveled bag of 103 year-old bones propped up in a wheel chair, I am approximately at my life's half-way point now. It's a good time to decide what I want to do with the rest of it.
Of course, the next 17 years are pretty much spoken for like the last 19 3/4 have been. But after that-- what DO I want to be?
*Ballet is out. So don't even suggest that. A 40-something year-old, desperately out of shape woman pirouetting around in a tutu turns my stomach.
*I can't be a movie star at this point, since having a logical political view is something that is important to me.
*ANYTHING that requires Algebra, Calculus, Trigonometry or any other strange word that basically equals puzzles-my-brain-can't-wrap-around, is out.
*Child care is NOT an option. Have you even read any of my blog? I am not going to win Mother of the Year award in this century, and those children in question aren't likely to sue me.
*Writing would require an ability to write.
*Singing... uh yeah, not an option.
*Can't stand sitting at a desk, poking needles in people... are you sensing my desperation here?
Here are my abilities:
I can laugh at myself, and am not afraid of looking too foolish.
I'm usually smiling (because I whinge on my blog).
Now go get 'em! Find me my dream career!
Or, you could just ignore this post and go enter the contest so that I can mail out some English toffee to you.
hi!! i'm still trying to figure out what i want to be when i grow up. it's so funny that you said that about ballet because i was just talking to my friend about becoming a ballerina and how gross i would look in a tutu with my boobs down to my knees and my butt sagging to my toes!!
ReplyDeletei'm thinking about opening an etsy store. i've been obsessively crocheting pretty purses...seeing as i don't have my blogging to be obsessive about right now...
how are you?
xoxoxoxoxoxo...
hey...you could always come to michigan and we could figure out together what we want to be when we grow up!! sounds good?
xoxo
LOL!!! I faced the same dilemma recently. Grad school is good. It took awhile to figure out in what, but I finally found my niche. Not by looking for a career, but by going toward a driving interest.
ReplyDeleteYou might also be surprised in the child category. I hated homeschooling and am a lackadaisical mother, but I LOVE substitute teaching. Especially the little ones. Especially now that mine are no longer little. :) That helps.
Maybe consider having a contest to name your baby? I'm fortunate in that my husband came up with the one for the cows, Formica Fields. But outside help is always good! That's why we're HERE!
You could shovel tanks at my winery..!!You'll find something.
ReplyDeleteShoveling...hmmm, rhymes with groveling, that could be a skill! As long as I get a go at that divining rod!
ReplyDeleteSSP, I'm on my way, thanks for the invite!
Flea, Ooh, insightful she is (that's a Yoda impression just for you). I have toyed with teaching. I like teenagers.
Funny how no one has mentioned snake handler, professional cowboy (woman), or Sherpa.
oh good... once you find out what YOU are supposed to do with the rest of your life then you can let ME know what I am supposed to do too!
ReplyDeleteI have a plan to win the lottery (which is hard since I never actually buy tickets) and pay other people to do stuff FOR me... and I'll lounge around doing nothing but drink tea and read excellent books.
And sleep.
Lots and lots of sleep.
When you figure out what you want to be, can you think of something I can do, too?
ReplyDeleteUm, you could be a comedian! You are freaking HILARIOUS!!!!
ReplyDeleteI plan on going back to school for something in the medical field (nursing, radiography, ultrasound, etc) when the boys are a bit more self-sufficient.
But really, who knows? Maybe by then that idea will disgust me and I will want to be a florist. Or a professional juggler. Or maybe by then I will have won the lottery and I can sit back on me arse and FINALLY do nothing. Ahhh.
Yep. I'm going with that one. :)
You could take up playing with caustic chemicals for shits and grins.
ReplyDeleteIt's a little addicting though, so use caution if you decide to try it.
Well DUH. Of COURSE I didn't mention snake handler. Everyone KNOWS that snake handlers all live in Australia! Am I right? Anyone?
ReplyDeleteI'd love to be a snake wrangler when I grow up, actually. I've caught snakes in the woods. They don't domesticate well. They tend to bite.
You're a creative soul. I see you doing something creative - painting, writing, song-writing even (you don't have to be a singer to do that)... what about healing arts, meditation and such.
ReplyDeleteI don't know - you're freakin' hilarious so whatever it is you do I hope you have a ball with it. Otherwise, it's not worth doin' in my book.