What were your dreams?
My dreams surfaced in the second grade.
Here I am sporting my Dorothy Hamill hairdo.
Why that hairstyle was fashionable, I’ll never know.
My dreams changed from year-to-year, but one dream continued to resurface.
You see, I had certain skills.
I saw my skill(s) as public relations … or commentary … even entertainment.
Mrs. Gisclair, on the other hand, didn’t see the value in what I did, evidenced by this statement on my 2nd grade report card.

This comment was made by most of my teachers throughout my elementary school years.
I tried, Mrs. Gisclair and the others, I really tried.
It’s just a part of me.
Keeping my mouth shut is not my strong suit. Although, I still try … I really do.
But, here’s the problem, when I don’t say anything, others can read my mind.
Because my face has the ability to relate my thoughts while at the same time battling my mind that’s speaking,”Don’t make a face. Don’t make a face. Don’t make a face. Have no expression. Have no expression. Have no expression.” Botox would really benefit me, not only for the temporary loss of wrinkles, but for the loss of expressions.
Absolutely no poker face. But, it’s a skill I’m working on.
This ability to express myself and speak my mind has always been a part of me and led me to my dream of wanting to be … look at it for yourself …

Yeah, a lawyer.
I would have been Susan Dey’s character from L.A. Law, not her character from The Partridge Family, although she did get to hang out with David Cassidy … hmmm … tough decision.
Like I said, there were other dreams:
Nurse (kindergarten & 1st grade – what my mom is … typical)
Artist (3rd grade)
Actress (5th grade
Dancer (6th grade)
Writer (9th grade)
Social Worker (10th grade)
? – (12th grade … that’s what was written in the blank. Great timing for indecision.)
But, mostly –
Lawyer (2nd, 4th, 7th, and 8th grade)
Had it not been for my extreme fear of public speaking (yes, I had one), I might have gone for it. Instead, I opted for that Education degree that never put me in front of people … oh, wait. I got over that fear pretty quickly, even if it was in front of the most non-intimidating audiences ever … preschool through 5th graders, and all their parents.
So, what was your dream? What did you want to be when you grew up? Or are you still looking for it?
Because you know, I do have that degree in Education (taught for 6 years), and, right now, that degree just hangs on a wall. Will I ever figure out what I want to be when I grow up? Ugh.
Is sitting on the front porch (which I don’t have ) in a rocking chair (which I don’t have), reading the newspaper, and drinking coffee, while watching Beau pick fresh vegetables from our garden a life-long goal and dream?