The pumpist

On some days, I wonder what I am going to be when I grow up; well besides crazy and sickly. Crazy and sickly suck, LOL.  Today is one of those days. I am going to look back at all the things that I wanted to be and maybe we can find a career most suited to me now.

I started out wanting to be a pumpist; you know, the person who pumps well water.  Yes, I know that this isn't a really job but give me a break.  I was eight years old and loving life at Girl Scout camp.  When I look back now, I imagine a simple like in my shack in the country and the most buff arms from carrying the water every where it needed to go.  On second thought, maybe I am not exactly cut out to be a pumpist.

I didn't have new career aspirations until much later when I wanted to be a police officer.  This was during the Cagney & Lacey era on TV.  It looked exciting and fun.  I would run everywhere yelling, "Stop, police".  How great would that be?  Well, probably not so great now that I look at it with adult eyes.  I couldn't actual shoot someone, I hate driving in speeding cars, and the uniform...yuck.  Let's be honest, I am probably a little too crazy to be a cop; I would use the taser gun on someone for just looking at me wrong.

I was soon in later high school and my career plan changed again.  I was going to be a lawyer.  I went to college with the intent of becoming a lawyer.  Well, as most of you know, I am not a lawyer.  By college, I was starting to get pretty sick and I think God did it then so that I never became a lawyer.  I am still not willing to admit that I would have been a bad lawyer, I just know I don't want to be a lawyer.  I can argue with the best of them, I could write briefs, I spell well and have good grammar; all pluses for a lawyer but lawyers work a lot.  They work way more hours then I am willing to give to a job.  I have loved witnessing the important days in my kids' lives easily without conflict.  A lot of lawyers don't have that luxury.

As an adult, I have had several career dreams...I have wanted to be a air traffic controller, a meterologist, a chef and most recently a proofreader.  I think about going back to school often but I just don't know for what.  What do you think I would be good at, whether it be one of these careers or if you think something completely random?

For now, I will continue to be a career volunteer.  I think that God has a plan and maybe mine is to serve others without monetary gain; I don't know.  I do know that the volunteer work brings me great job but I really want a college degree, for me, because that was a life dream for me.  Through the illnesses and hardships, I have had to let quite a few dreams go but this one is not ready to go.

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