All Grown Up
I was going to be an author when I grew up. I wanted to write beautiful tales of joy, sorrow, romance, and triumph. Leather-bound volumes of my work would stand proudly on my bookshelves, and would someday be treasured by honored heirs.
I was going to be a journalist. I would record the news, in order to teach others about daily life. I would document major accomplishments, as well as everyday activity, because I felt that all people could be newsworthy.
I was going to be an artist. I would create fantastic works of art, with rich, vivid colors and textures. I wanted to surround myself in beautiful things, and live a lifestyle of creative expression.
I was going to be a photographer. I would capture the art that is real life. I would travel to far-away countries to photograph exotic cultures, and then return home to focus on the emotions and beauty within my own neighborhood.
I'm all grown up now. So, of course, I am a consultant. Excel spreadsheets and database analysis are not exactly what childhood dreams are made of, but I do enjoy the work I do. And not a thing is missing in my life. When I come home from the office, I sit down at the table, pull out my supplies, and open up my scrapbook. I spend my days as a research associate, and my evenings as an author, journalist, artist, and photographer. And I could not be any happier.
Tomorrow at dMarie Daily: A Scrapbooking Fairy Tale, by Carol Colman