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When I Grow Up...

It's a funny thing that I'm 25. I have a salary job, a college degree, two cars, a stunning husband, and a darling kid. By any standard of the definition "grown up" I had as a child, I've pretty much hit each aspect (except for owning a home... we'll get there). But I don't FEEL like a grown up.

Two of my students started to sing the "Seagulls" Star Wars bad lip reading yesterday as we tidied up the classroom. It's a really dumb, really amazing song that if you haven't listened to, you oughta check it out at least once. Anyways, as they started to sing "someday, when you are older..." and I chimed in rather boisterously "YOU COULD GET HIT BY A BOULDER!" They looked at me with disgust and stopped singing. Their "cool" song was foiled by the fact that their teacher, an old lady, knew it.

Old Lady?

AM I AN OLD LADY? To my students, apparently I am! Or if not an old lady, I'm certainly a grown up...to them.

Despite BEING a grown up, I still daydream about what other paths and pursuits I can travel in life, other things I could "grow up" to be. I am so happy with the life I've been blessed with and I have no regrets about my career choice. But I do dream a lot... Perhaps I WILL do these things someday. But for now they're just thoughts on paper and that's okay. I dare you to leave a comment sharing what YOU want to be or do when you "grow up!"

Here's a few of my growing-up daydreams:

When I grow up, I want to be a chef. I'm going to attend culinary school and learn to make spectacular dishes and simultaneously learn to photograph so that my dishes will be portrayed as the masterpieces they are.

When I grow up, I want to be picture book author and illustrator combo. Titles like Dragons Love Tacos and Don't Press The Button and The Mustache Baby, look out, because here come my books!

When I grow up, I'm going to skydive. Because when I grow up, I'm going to be brave and free-falling thousands of feet out of a flying plane is going to be cake.

When I grow up, I'm going to not only be literate and fluent in English and Spanish, but I'll have a plentiful vocabulary in Portuguese and French, and I'll dabble in German.

When I grow up, I'll ride a Unicycle. My husband can already do that, and it's legit.

When I grow up, I'm going to own my own team of sled dogs and race with them.

When I grow up, I'll buy the matching set of red corvettes I promised my Dad I'd get him back when I thought I'd make a lot of money when I grew up.

When I grow up, my horse ranch will be the place my grandkids visit in the summer. We'll have waffles every morning and go riding the rest of the day in the mountains, and tell stories around a campfire dinner each night.

When I grow up...

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  2. I find myself thinking some of these very things! I, too, have often thought of is the skydiving... if only I could be THAT brave! One of my ultimate dreams is that when I grow up, I will become an amazing physical therapist that will heal the multitudes, so no one has to hurt! And I'll be able to solve world hunger with the amounts of money i'll earn. :)

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    1. I love your dream to heal people :) Thanks for sharing all you did!

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