I guess, technically speaking, I fall into that "grown-up" category these days but ... details, details. (I must admit the "grown up" thing sure came 'round quick!)
"Just yesterday" ...
I was in the 7th grade, enrolled in (mandatory for my school) "Charm School". I was filling out a type of "getting to know you" questionnaire located in the front of my crisp new white manual (the one with the pretty lady in the pink skirt and matching blazer on the front cover - complete with color coordinated pink purse, heels, hat and, of course, that pink strand of pearls ... oh - and let's not forget her pressed white gloves. By the way - her posture was picture perfect!) ...
Ahh yes, the manual was intended to help me determine what I wanted to be ... "When I grow up."
This past week I was thinking of that charm school course when I decided to rummage through some old boxes of keepsake items in my garage to see if, by chance, I saved my manual. I would really like to read what I penned in that book back then. What did I always dream of becoming when I "grew up"?
This past week I was thinking of that charm school course when I decided to rummage through some old boxes of keepsake items in my garage to see if, by chance, I saved my manual. I would really like to read what I penned in that book back then. What did I always dream of becoming when I "grew up"?
I know my main dream was to be a wife and a full time stay-at-home mommy.
But then again - I also remember wanting to aspire to other - more "creative" - careers!
There was my dream of becoming a writer. Or was it a stewardess? Maybe it was the candy striper? [What can I say? ... I loved their pink pin striped searsucker dresses and polished white shoes!]. There were the dreams of becoming either a ballerina (this dream surfaced each Christmas with the presentation of "The Nutcracker Suite") or, during the winter Olympics, an ice skater gliding gracefully backward upon the diamond-like frozen floor. But whenever my grandma and I got together I just knew there was a future career for me as a professional jax player. (Hey, I was reallllly good at throwing that little ball up in the air and scooping up two-zies before it's return back to earth. I won grandma every time!).
When I sit quietly and think back on the days of being a little girl and dreaming dreams without limits -- some of those dreams come quite vividly back to mind.
I'd still love to ice skate but my ankles wobble - I'd like to be a ballerina but the tu-tu would be a ... no-no! ;-)
I am BLESSED to be a wife and mother ... [okay, okay, it took me more than one time to get the "wife" thing down but ... that one is resolved now! ;-) ] -- and that dream couldn't be more fulfilling.
I still love to write and will always dream of writing and publishing a book. Hold it - let me rephrase that - I will always dream of doing so until it is done. Then I will dream of writing another! ;-) (How's that for positive thinking?)
These days, however, I must admit I'd rather be a passenger than a stewardess and I don't think searsucker would be too figure flattering these days ... not to mention those white nylon stockings I would run in a heartbeat.
And finally - it's been a while since I've played jax but I think I could still snag up a mean twozies if given half a chance!
That's all for now friends - but, as always - I'll keep you ...
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(P.S. I'll let you know if I find my Charm School Manual!) ;-)
But then again - I also remember wanting to aspire to other - more "creative" - careers!
There was my dream of becoming a writer. Or was it a stewardess? Maybe it was the candy striper? [What can I say? ... I loved their pink pin striped searsucker dresses and polished white shoes!]. There were the dreams of becoming either a ballerina (this dream surfaced each Christmas with the presentation of "The Nutcracker Suite") or, during the winter Olympics, an ice skater gliding gracefully backward upon the diamond-like frozen floor. But whenever my grandma and I got together I just knew there was a future career for me as a professional jax player. (Hey, I was reallllly good at throwing that little ball up in the air and scooping up two-zies before it's return back to earth. I won grandma every time!).
When I sit quietly and think back on the days of being a little girl and dreaming dreams without limits -- some of those dreams come quite vividly back to mind.
I'd still love to ice skate but my ankles wobble - I'd like to be a ballerina but the tu-tu would be a ... no-no! ;-)
I am BLESSED to be a wife and mother ... [okay, okay, it took me more than one time to get the "wife" thing down but ... that one is resolved now! ;-) ] -- and that dream couldn't be more fulfilling.
I still love to write and will always dream of writing and publishing a book. Hold it - let me rephrase that - I will always dream of doing so until it is done. Then I will dream of writing another! ;-) (How's that for positive thinking?)
These days, however, I must admit I'd rather be a passenger than a stewardess and I don't think searsucker would be too figure flattering these days ... not to mention those white nylon stockings I would run in a heartbeat.
And finally - it's been a while since I've played jax but I think I could still snag up a mean twozies if given half a chance!
That's all for now friends - but, as always - I'll keep you ...
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(P.S. I'll let you know if I find my Charm School Manual!) ;-)
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Fun to visit those dreams of our childhood. I wanted to be a waitress just like my grandma (my parents vetoed that) or a ballerina/nurse. A nurse who was also a ballerina. Can't you just picture me twirling into the patients room to give them a shot or something? :-)
ReplyDeleteWow - I think our patients would love a phlebotomist like YOU at our office! ;-) I say go for it!! A twirling phlebo (something about that sounds wrong?! - ha)
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