Day 23: My Dream Job

1. I ADORE Georgia Jagger’s gap in her teeth.
2. I have NO idea why I chose that picture of me. I thought it was a good candid shot of me and the kids,
but I look totally awkward.

When I was little, I wanted to be a model when I grew up. I loved clothes, I loved being the center of attention, I loved looking cute. It seemed like the perfect, most glamorous job in the world to me.

Then, one day, my Mom took me to the doctor for a routine check up and I remember the doctor telling her that I probably wouldn’t be very tall. His words, “It’s not a big deal, she’ll just never be a supermodel or anything.” CRUSHED – my – spirit. I was devastated.

So, after that, I decided that I really liked the Blue Angels in their fast jets. I was going to be a jet pilot in the Navy. I remember my teacher in middle school pulled me aside one day and told me I was really good at math and understanding abstract concepts. She asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, so I told her I wanted to be a jet pilot. She seemed pleased with that, so I thought it was a good fit.

The problem with that idea? (1.)  I could never conform to military life. Ever. Or listen to people in authority and have respect for them. I am the opposite of the perfect fit for a military personnel, and (2.) The minimum height for a pilot is 5′ 4″. (!!!)

The universe is mocking me now… I’m 5′ 3″

So, then I fell in love with sea turtles and wanted to be a marine biologist. No minimum height requirement for that job. I’m not too sure exactly what went wrong with that idea. College was getting in the way of my social life, it was too expensive… I don’t know, I really don’t have the best answer other than it just didn’t happen.

So, then I went to school to be a graphic designer. I even finished that one. And got a job at a marketing firm, yadda yadda yadda.

Long story short… It was fun and I loved the job, but left for reasons. I got a less stressful (aka more boring), same paying, office type job and then had child #3. After giving birth to child #3, I completely left the work force and became a Stay at Home Mom.

To date, this is my favorite job. Perhaps this is my dream job, I just didn’t know. (Except the pay really sucks). I also really enjoy blogging.

In another life, I dream of being a rock star. Much like Gwen Stefani with the hot rocker husband, cute as button kids and a clothing line. Sadly, in this life, I can’t keep a tune to save my life.

I feel like I’m kind of blabbering now. What was the question? Perhaps I need to edit this post.

Oh yea…

Dream Job: Being the best kind of Mom to my kids that I can AND making money doing something I enjoy doing (blogging, designing, yoga, baking, etc.) Something without a boss. I don’t like bosses.

What’s your dream job? Read more, here.

<3, Tabi :D

Categories: Blog Challenge, Job

Day 23: My Dream Job

1. I ADORE Georgia Jagger’s gap in her teeth.
2. I have NO idea why I chose that picture of me. I thought it was a good candid shot of me and the kids,
but I look totally awkward.

When I was little, I wanted to be a model when I grew up. I loved clothes, I loved being the center of attention, I loved looking cute. It seemed like the perfect, most glamorous job in the world to me.

Then, one day, my Mom took me to the doctor for a routine check up and I remember the doctor telling her that I probably wouldn’t be very tall. His words, “It’s not a big deal, she’ll just never be a supermodel or anything.” CRUSHED – my – spirit. I was devastated.

So, after that, I decided that I really liked the Blue Angels in their fast jets. I was going to be a jet pilot in the Navy. I remember my teacher in middle school pulled me aside one day and told me I was really good at math and understanding abstract concepts. She asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, so I told her I wanted to be a jet pilot. She seemed pleased with that, so I thought it was a good fit.

The problem with that idea? (1.)  I could never conform to military life. Ever. Or listen to people in authority and have respect for them. I am the opposite of the perfect fit for a military personnel, and (2.) The minimum height for a pilot is 5′ 4″. (!!!)

The universe is mocking me now… I’m 5′ 3″

So, then I fell in love with sea turtles and wanted to be a marine biologist. No minimum height requirement for that job. I’m not too sure exactly what went wrong with that idea. College was getting in the way of my social life, it was too expensive… I don’t know, I really don’t have the best answer other than it just didn’t happen.

So, then I went to school to be a graphic designer. I even finished that one. And got a job at a marketing firm, yadda yadda yadda.

Long story short… It was fun and I loved the job, but left for reasons. I got a less stressful (aka more boring), same paying, office type job and then had child #3. After giving birth to child #3, I completely left the work force and became a Stay at Home Mom.

To date, this is my favorite job. Perhaps this is my dream job, I just didn’t know. (Except the pay really sucks). I also really enjoy blogging.

In another life, I dream of being a rock star. Much like Gwen Stefani with the hot rocker husband, cute as button kids and a clothing line. Sadly, in this life, I can’t keep a tune to save my life.

I feel like I’m kind of blabbering now. What was the question? Perhaps I need to edit this post.

Oh yea…

Dream Job: Being the best kind of Mom to my kids that I can AND making money doing something I enjoy doing (blogging, designing, yoga, baking, etc.) Something without a boss. I don’t like bosses.

What’s your dream job? Read more, here.

<3, Tabi :D

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