Potential

With deep thanks to Dispare.com I find myself thinking about what I want to be when I grow up.

Apparently growing up is an option not all of us have opted for. I, for one can not find any good reasons for becoming a responsible adult. OK, I pay taxes, did my census, drive the speed limit(sorta) and eat lots of fiber. But, my parents were grown up and I certainly didn't want to be like them...my teachers (for the most part) were grown up and there was only one of them I ever thought I would want to be like...but that was an example too far above my station. (RIP, Mrs. Nicholas).

When I was a kid I wanted to be a veterinarian, till I watched 'All Creatures great and Small' and found out you had to stick your hand up a horses ass...thanks PBS, for dashing my dreams!

Then there was the Surgeon phase...note: being a Doctor wasn't even part of this equation...just Surgeon, thank you very much.

Then: the lonely starving artist, working for hallmark...drawing cool cards or writing commercials like 'Freddy and SAM'...(cute commercial, probably on Youtube) but I realized they were in Kansas City and didn't want to live there. Note: I did manage to design a snowman Christmas line for them once...so I guess that means I can check this one off.

Commercial artist, illustrator, art therapist, they were all things I wanted to be. My mom wanted me to be a nurse. (I would be the WORSE nurse in the world!!!) My dad just wanted to make sure I wasn't a lesbian, any thing after that he would have been happy with.

Have I lived up to my potential? Sitting in front of a computer writing inane thoughts about things no one really cares about? Glueing things together and hawking them on the Internet? All I can say is, who said I am done? Maybe I wont be an astronaut, or a nurse...(even tho my mom told everyone I was) but maybe, just maybe the phone will ring and i will be off on a new adventure. I have potential!