Epiphany
Posty today, aren't I?
I've made a decision. A life decision. I made it yesterday, and I feel relieved to have finally done it.
You know those kids in elementary school who know what they want to be when they grow up? Not the ones like me. My answer changed every few weeks. I wanted to be a ballerina and a nurse and a teacher and a nun and an astronaut and the queen and a fireperson and a bus driver and an author and a singer and on and on and on. I mean those kids who seriously knew. They wanted to be a teacher, damn it, and in high school they still wanted to be a teacher. They're probably teaching right now. My friend in high school, K, was one of those. I don't think she figured it out in kindergarten, but she knew our senior year that being a nurse was the way to go.
And then there are people who maybe didn't figure it out quite so young, but they know now. They have a dream, and they're working toward it, and it is completely and totally right for them. The fontosaurus will own his own bike shop, for example. He knows that it will make him happy, that owning and running his own shop is the way to go.
I had a revelation yesterday when I figured out exactly what I should do with my life. I should pillage. I shall be a pillager. How cool would that be on my kid's career day?
"And this is little Drucilla's mommy, the trista. Drucilla, what does your mommy do?"
"My mommy pillages. She's really good at it, too! Except last year she pillaged LA and no one really noticed. She said she had an off year last year."
I wonder if the University of Phoenix Online has a good pillaging program?
I've made a decision. A life decision. I made it yesterday, and I feel relieved to have finally done it.
You know those kids in elementary school who know what they want to be when they grow up? Not the ones like me. My answer changed every few weeks. I wanted to be a ballerina and a nurse and a teacher and a nun and an astronaut and the queen and a fireperson and a bus driver and an author and a singer and on and on and on. I mean those kids who seriously knew. They wanted to be a teacher, damn it, and in high school they still wanted to be a teacher. They're probably teaching right now. My friend in high school, K, was one of those. I don't think she figured it out in kindergarten, but she knew our senior year that being a nurse was the way to go.
And then there are people who maybe didn't figure it out quite so young, but they know now. They have a dream, and they're working toward it, and it is completely and totally right for them. The fontosaurus will own his own bike shop, for example. He knows that it will make him happy, that owning and running his own shop is the way to go.
I had a revelation yesterday when I figured out exactly what I should do with my life. I should pillage. I shall be a pillager. How cool would that be on my kid's career day?
"And this is little Drucilla's mommy, the trista. Drucilla, what does your mommy do?"
"My mommy pillages. She's really good at it, too! Except last year she pillaged LA and no one really noticed. She said she had an off year last year."
I wonder if the University of Phoenix Online has a good pillaging program?