Progression of Dreams
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pen_gruntWhen I was little:
I wanted to be a gymnast, till I started having problems with my ears and figured out that a sense of balance was required for gymnastics.
I wanted to be a singer, till I figured out that I couldn't sing.
I wanted to be a vet, till my cat was shot, and we had to pick the wound everyday so it would heal from the inside out.
I wanted to be a baseball player, till I figured out that only boys could play professional baseball like I saw on TV. I then wanted to be a boy baseball player, but recognized the futility of that dream immediately.
I wanted to be a lawyer, till I figured out that there was more to it than just debate and arguments. (I was a really good debater, even as a 9 year old.)
I wanted to be the president, till I figured out that I really, really DIDN'T want to be the president.
I wanted to be a writer, till I passed 13, and figured that if I wasn't published by then, I never would be. (I had slightly unrealistic standards.)
I wanted to be a biologist, till I figured out how many math courses were required.
I wanted to be a criminal psychologist, till I learned the U didn't offer that major.
I wanted to be a psychologist, till I figured out that most psychologists (or at least psych students) were more in need of counseling than their prospective patients.
I wanted to be a teacher, till I figured out that I don't have enough patience for slower learners.
There may have been other stops along the way. I'm a little bemused that I'm doing what I am, considering I gave up on that dream at 13.
I wanted to be a gymnast, till I started having problems with my ears and figured out that a sense of balance was required for gymnastics.
I wanted to be a singer, till I figured out that I couldn't sing.
I wanted to be a vet, till my cat was shot, and we had to pick the wound everyday so it would heal from the inside out.
I wanted to be a baseball player, till I figured out that only boys could play professional baseball like I saw on TV. I then wanted to be a boy baseball player, but recognized the futility of that dream immediately.
I wanted to be a lawyer, till I figured out that there was more to it than just debate and arguments. (I was a really good debater, even as a 9 year old.)
I wanted to be the president, till I figured out that I really, really DIDN'T want to be the president.
I wanted to be a writer, till I passed 13, and figured that if I wasn't published by then, I never would be. (I had slightly unrealistic standards.)
I wanted to be a biologist, till I figured out how many math courses were required.
I wanted to be a criminal psychologist, till I learned the U didn't offer that major.
I wanted to be a psychologist, till I figured out that most psychologists (or at least psych students) were more in need of counseling than their prospective patients.
I wanted to be a teacher, till I figured out that I don't have enough patience for slower learners.
There may have been other stops along the way. I'm a little bemused that I'm doing what I am, considering I gave up on that dream at 13.
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Date: 2008-02-05 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-06 05:16 pm (UTC)It gets more...complex, I guess...from there and I always have trouble describing it completely. I'll go out of town to write scripting and dialog for live events, I'll write scripts for corporate videos, supervise production and creative on said videos, do "creative" for everything and I'll structure training and information in creative ways. I even wrote a business-genre book somewhere along there.
A smattering of everything, really.