I really feel sorry for Nate. Granted, he's ornery and at times insensitive (I guess most guys are though) but I knew that about him when I married him. He was always straightforward with everything about himself. I, on the other hand, put on a persona of a woman with high ambitions and a business mind. Now don't get me wrong I do have high ambitions, but not of a business nature. I tried tricking myself into thinking that I'd love to study finance or accounting. I could only deceive myself for for so long, after trying to read "Creating Wealth" for the 10th time I decided to call it quits and admit to Nate that I have no desire to start a finance company with him.
This weekend we sat down to have a serious chat about what I was going to go to school for. It isn't the first time we've tried to decide on my future. Unfortunately for Nate, I tend to avoid any conversations of a serious nature which is very frustrating for him. He starts out with "What do you want to do with your life? What do you want to study?" I try to pay attention for a few short moments but I'm lost after I hear "What do you want to do...."
My mind takes me to all the possibilities that could be my professional life. I don't know if I would call myself ADD, I prefer...well...I just have a lot on my mind.
As my mind took off this last weekend I began to weigh the pros and cons of my dreams. I tried to be realistic in my ambitions as I decidedly crossed of jockey as a profession (my caboose alone would outweigh most of the other jockey's by at least 10 lbs).
I slowly narrowed down my list as I came to realizations that it wasn't possible for me to compete in the 2011 summer Olympics as a rhythmic gymnast and that I still didn't have a complete team to compete in the synchronized swimming event. I guess that's what I get for procrastinating.
Let's see...tattoo artist? Nah, I don't want to contribute to those drunken commitments which later turn into embarassing regrets. Bounty hunter, possibility, I'll put that on my "maybe" list. I could have a really cool bounty hunter nickname like "Silent but Deadly Judd" or "Misanthrope Haley." The possibilities are endless.
I'm excited to announce, after careful consideration, I have narrowed "what I want to be when I grow up" down to three lucky careers:
1. Professional Cowgirl: I've got the skills now I just need to make the money with those skills. (Nate, I need a few start up tools aka: A HORSE!!!!)
2. A Romantic Novelist: It will be easy, I can write like 10 books a month, maybe more. Hot guy, gorgeous girl, steamy love scene, same story line just different names. I'm pretty sure you don't need much talent to write a romantic novel.
3. An Actor: don't worry, I won't let the fame go to my head. When I'm on stage receiving a Oscar I'll remember all of you.
Now I need to go tell Nate. I think he'll be as excited as I am....don't you?