It seems I've been asking myself the question, "what do I want to be when I grow up?" my entire life. Some people find their way into their meaningful work (or their true dharma) quite easily.
I've spent much of my adult life wandering from job to job, and then to motherhood; of which I embraced full force.
For the past 11 years or so I've primarily been a mom. Oh sure, I worked as an administrator at my children's private school, but I did it only to pay for my children's tuition and if I sat down and figured out how much I made per hour for all the time I spent there... well, I don't even want to go there. I've had my fair share of part-time jobs as the kids have grown older but none of them were "career-worthy."
Recently, I read some information on Yahoo about changing careers and finding your path. It recommended reviewing your childhood interests and dreams to find your right career as an adult. I thought about that; what did I want to grow up to be back then? What were my primary interests? Well, I do remember wanting to be a photographer----a National Geographic photographer, to be exact. I also wanted to be an artist. I spent much of my high school life hiding out in the art department and relishing my role as teacher's pet.
I also wanted to be a writer. I was an English and journalism major in college. I started a book when I was in high school about a lost and shy girl named Rachael. Rachael was pretty but no one noticed her and she had big aspirations of traveling the world; sitting in French cafes and writing rousing works of literature. I don't know whatever happened to that manuscript but I'm sure if I read it now I would be torn between laughing hysterically and crying for the innocence within the pages.
Well, my place in the world will most likely be shifting as we make our way into our next phase. I won't have the luxury of picking and choosing part-time jobs that fit around my children's schedules any longer.
And I'm still trying to answer that question of what do I want to do? They say follow your interests but mine have always been in the "artsy" fields (artsy field = hard to make a living).
So, I decided to make a list of what I like to do... and it looks something like this:
~A Writer of something... (along with every other person out there) ~Teacher of crafts: Sewing, knitting, cooking, baking... ~ Store owner... (crafts!!) ~Children's education (okay, my dream job would be Waldorf teacher)... ~Editor of something... ~Photographer (I love taking pictures of crafts---as you can see from these pages)... ~Designer... ~Peaceworker in 3rd world nation (okay, I know that's not going to work right now) ~Pastry Chef
As I write this out, I realize that maybe we never really do grow up. I guess it goes back to that belief that there really is no miraculous end to our paths in our life; that the path is ever evolving and it's the journey that really matters. Well, on this journey I guess I better pack a lunch and some bug spray, too...