After a horrible stressful day with the kids yesterday, I decided to search the internet for a new career.
Did you know to be an astronaut there is a height restriction? I can’t be a space pilot, I’m too short. I could be a mission specialist, I just reach their height limit. But that would involve at least 5-10 years of study, in sciences and engineering…I’m not sure I could do that. Guess I’m not becoming an astronaut.
Ok, so I was watching Space Cowboys and thought, yeah, space, that would be fun.
When I grew up, I remember thinking I wanted to be an optometrist. I wore glasses when I was younger, that’s a good reason enough. Obviously that didn’t happen.
Then I thought I wanted to be a vet (what little girl doesn’t?) My mum reminded me I’d have to put sick animals down, not just care for the healthy ones. Another idea gone.
Growing up sucks. It was easier when there were no bills to pay, no stress except what to eat for recess or who to have a play with on weekends. Easier when you had a dream of what you wanted to be, not when you actually have to make the decision to do it.
So what do I want the when I grow up? The question is still open, maybe one day I’ll figure it out. For now, I might just keep dreaming…