I can’t decide what I want to be when I grow up. Forget the fact that I’m 51 years old…I still don’t have a clue.
When I was growing up I wanted to be a teacher. Played school all the time. I even used my bedroom wall as a chalkboard. I discovered that I could write on the wall, all the while making the chalk-connecting-with-writing-surface sound which I loved, and then, when school was over for the day, I could take a damp cloth and wipe away the evidence. No harm, no foul. I never became a teacher professionally, but a home school mom instead. And I never did get to write on a real, live, on the wall chalkboard that I was so fond of.
I love all the ideas I see on all the blogs I visit. I sometimes think that perhaps my blog will grow up to be just like one of those, but I must admit…I’m not sure how to go about that feat and I haven’t quite found my niche in the blogging world just yet.
I haven’t had a traditional job since I married my husband 31 years ago, however, I have had some interesting business experiences. My cleaning business is the one I’ve had the longest (18 years) and the most successful. Not gonna lie, I sometimes get tired of it, even with the freedom it affords me.
Recently I’ve been toying with the idea of going back to college. I never completed my higher education, formally speaking, though life has taught me plenty. I found something that looks exciting and interesting and perhaps something I could be good at. But the very thought is intimidating and tempting all at the same time.
Is this a normal thing, I wonder. My youngest child will be finished with high school in three years and then what do I do? The job that I have loved the most has been staying home with my kids. Some day in the not so distant future my kids will no longer be living in my home…or that’s the plan, anyway, so it will be time to find something new to do.
I suppose I will continue exploring my options, looking around and maybe, just maybe I will discover what I want to be when I grow up.