When I was 11 years old I wanted to be a SEWING teacher. By the time I hit high school I'd found out there was such a thing as a FASHION DESIGNER.... Oh yes, please! I'll be one of THOSE! (looks like I stretched my yellow school skivvy!)
I must have been about 16 or 17 here. Behind me is the clothes mountain I'd made for myself - I think the clothes are actually draped over a chair. (Stop giggling up the back there!!... It was the 80's, ok?... I was young, ok...?).
Very predictable career map, I suppose, for an abnormally sewing-obsessed child. And I predictably became a fashion designer, and now I'm teaching people to sew. Who'd have thought it? (Well, just about everyone!).
NOW what do I want to be when I grow up? FEARLESS. I think that when I stop WORRYING about what might or might not happen, or what people think, or if I'm a good enough mother, teacher, friend.... blah blah... I'll be a very happy grown-up.
I guess I want to be like I was when I was 11... fearlessly believing that I can be what I want to be, not seeing any obstacles and not caring what people think of me.
Thanks Cindy for this week's theme, and Sharon for hosting This Is in Angela's absence.