Today is the last day of school. I am feeling rather two-sided about it. One half of me is thrilled, and the other half is having a small panic attack and crying in a corner, but I am trying really hard to DENY THE PANIC. I am swamped with work. The dryer is busted. We’re having hot dogs for dinner because I don’t have time to plan anything. What’s worse: the house looks like it’s been inhabited by squatters, squatters who don’t seem to care that we can’t find the cordless phone, the hairbrush(es) or that I’m stepping on their report cards.
But don’t worry. I have a plan. I’ll share it with you when I have a better handle on it all.
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As a family we talk a lot about what the kids want to be when they grow up. Most of the time, Sarah wants to be a scientist. Or an astronaut. Or a candy tester.
Emma is set on owning a hobby farm or working with horses. It’s a given. She starts sentences with things like, “When I have my farm I’m going to …” or “Sarah, I’ll get chickens for my farm because I know you like eggs…” Which is great and all, but it all makes me think about what I want to be when I grow up.
I love the freelance writing gigs I’ve had lately. But but but, if I could do absolutely anything, you know what I’d do? I would like to run my own art gallery. (Ha. Mark, are you surprised?) If I had unlimited disposable income I would buy and renovate some funky industrial building around here and turn half of it into a photo studio for myself, and give the other half over to aspiring local artists.
Or maybe, when I grow up, I’ll find myself back into some kind of fun television/doc production.
The latter is perhaps a shade more realistic. But photography? That’s where my heart is.
The question is, what do I need to do in order to get where I want to go?