As a little girl I had several ideas of what I wanted to be when I grew up. A hurricane hunter, a veterinarian, a pediatrician, a meteriologist and of course a wife and mother. But the truth is, none of those things captivated me like food and home.
The toy that I went crazy for? The Easy Bake Oven. Along with my regular cartoon line up and Mister Wizard’s World, I feasted my eyes on Yang Can Cook, Martha Stewart, The Brady Brunch and the Urban Pheasant.
But how does one make a living doing something that comes so naturally? Obviously, those things are hobbies and not careers right? Unless, I wanted to be a chef…which I didn’t. So I did what more than ninety percent of the world does. I went to school, found a traditional career so I could get a good job.
You know what I discovered? I discovered that being traditional is not for me. I don’t want to work day and night in a job I can’t stand. I don’t want to scream “TGIF” because that’s the only time I can “let my hair down”. I don’t want to wait to earn my “2 weeks” to go on vacation.
When I grow up I will wake up and my job will not feel like work. When I grow up people will pay me for something that I would do for free because I love it so much. When I grow up, my kids will see that the path I have choosen brings me joy and not grief. When I grow up I will choose courage and not fear because God has blessed us all with talents and gifts and to keep those to myself would be selfish. When I grow up, I will not care what you think about the fact I went to school, got my degrees and then changed my mind.
When I grow up, I will look in the mirror and stand tall with pride knowing that I didn’t let strangers, friends, family or myself stand in the way of stepping into my calling.
When I grow up.