Monday, March 16, 2009

"What I want to be when I grow up"

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 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 fa
me 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?


hil said...

why wasn't i contacted about this synchronized swimming team? you don't know how much that hurts me. don't give up on your dreams; 2011 Olympic games or bust! my personal goals involve being taken up in "the rapture." Rapture or bust! we are supposed to have goals? do something with our lives? but, wouldn't that get in the way of reading "the Host" and watching Dancing with the Stars?!?!?! i didn't sign up for this.

gigi said...

You know Haley, I went thru some of that but really all I wanted to be when I grew up was a wife and a mother. And I rock at both! (they might not think so but I always enjoyed it) I did work. But I did so when the kids were in school or at night so that they could be home with their dad. They never went to day care or after school programs. It worked for us :)
So hopefully you will a horse or some water partners, sorry I have to decline, I can't swim, but I can do a mean dog paddle. I think that you would make a great actress. I would pay to go see your movie. Good luck, little lady! Is the circus in town?

Colleen Marie said...

What are the requirements for this synchronized team? And, more importantly, just how cute are the boy athletes going to be once we get there?

I see that you have also crossed FBI agent off your list. Have you thought about the police academy? I think you could do that well. You've had practice with guns and wrestling people to the ground.

You could always go to beauty college. Or not.

How about being a professional surrogate? You could stay home, and have an excuse for a huge keister. Of course, you'd have to give the baby away. That would be a con on the pro/con list.

Sorry I can't help you out with good ideas.