What do I want to be?

Today I handed in my notice at work. I worked there for so long I can’t remember what I did before. Now I have the perfect opportunity to give some thought to what I want to be when I grow up (having a child doesn’t mean I’ve grown up, does it?).

My first memory is of wanting to be  tractor driver. I was a complete tomboy growing up. Never happier than riding my bicycle around the neighbourhood or digging for worms. Tractor drivers, I thought, just sat down and drove up and down fields all day. Easy.

After a bit more thought I toyed with the idea of being an archivist. Work experience soon put me off.

Then came thoughts of an archaeologist. Again, actual experience showed me dirt, weeds, dirt, and not that much excitement. I wanted to think work should be fun.

Let’s gloss over the intervening years and I find myself directionless. So in no particular order, when I grow up I want to be:

Happy

Contented

Wanted

Useful

Genuine

 

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