...then I want none of it. Ok, so maybe I want a little of it.
I have been thinking a lot lately about WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I GROW UP. (That is in caps because it's a big and often worrisome topic, not because I am yelling)
I have some dream jobs. Here is a list, in no particular order of preference.
Professor
Midwife
Financial/Debt Coach
Something on Capitol Hill
Aid Worker in Africa
Flight Attendant
Something that makes me feel good - doing stuff for other people
Getting people into school - people who don't have the tools to do it themselves
Almost anything in a developing country - teaching english, working in an orphanage etc.
Peace Corps (they won't take me, I'm not a citizen)
Working for the Olympics
Other things I can't think of right now.
So, I have been thinking lately - why am I pursing an office job (admittedly I have been looking at stuff on Capitol Hill, which fits into one of my dream jobs) when none of my dream jobs is really even close to that?
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Oh bless your sweet save the world heart! so here you are and we haven't met yet? Judging by my blog and the lack of recent entries, needless to say time is limited, but you are always welcome here anytime. Call me or Facebook me.)
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