What was your dream job when you were a youngster?
When I was in middle school, I had serious hopes to someday be a “ball girl” (BBGs for short) for Wimbledon. Not for the U.S Open, or any of the other tennis majors. No, I pictured myself whipping balls at Pete Sampras as he went on to win his next championship. Then, in my dreams, he would credit me helping him win the title. My painful inner dialoge went something like: “Thanks to Lindsay’s quick reaction time, I was able to secure the win.” It’s an odd choice to chose a profession where success is defined by “blending into the background and get on with the job quietly.” I’m not good at being quiet. Also, there’s a lot of kneeing and sprinting involved. I just thought it would be fun to have a front-row seat and would be issued a sweet new uniform. I also assume BBGs get their first pick at the strawberries. Not good qualities when selecting a profession.
Things got serious in high school. I wanted to be a high school English teacher but quickly realized I didn’t want to teach teens literature. I just really admired our high school English teacher and gave her the title: Best Teacher Ever.
In college I was a hot mess when it came to nailing down a major. Weren’t we all jealous – or rather, annoyed – at those students who walked onto campus knowing that in four years they would graduate with X degree? I was not one of those people and went from elementary education to nothing to “maybe journalism?” to advertising.
Advertising. That’s what I’m now doing today and I love it but, it’s a far cry from a dream job.
To me, a dream job means being genuinely happy regardless of pay. My dream job is to be a writer, specifically to write children’s books.
Isn’t it funny how dreams become narrower and more realistic as we age?
I don’t dream of being a famous or popular writer, I want to wake up and write. Write about topics near and dear to my heart and somehow, someone will pay me for words on a page.
Think: Colin Firth’s character in Love Actually: rustic cabin, cable-knit sweaters, impractical typewriters and never-ending cups of tea (or in my case, coffee).
We often get in the way of our own dreams. I’m a learner and a planner. I like to read about writing – or calligraphy or yoga or house projects or cooking – or any of my interests. Plans are made on how to best incorporate these passions into my schedule. Then, that’s where I like to stop.
I’m trying to stop stopping.
This challenge – to blog or write every single day – is an example of moving out of my comfort zone and into the zone of potential failure (what I like to avoid!). Like the BBGs, I have to get in a few hours, days, weeks (months or years) of practice before I can step onto the main court.
We’d love to hear from you! Silly, serious or just plain odd – what was your dream job when you were little? What is it today?