Point of View - Profession

For me... I wanted to be a teacher and to teach people how to write. That dream never faded but it went from being a dream job to being just a dream 'hobby'. Before that, my mother wanted me to "Just write" and before that was said when I was just a kid, she wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer. As a kid I wanted to do hair and that seems very common with little girls. Some keep the idea and some let it fade away. I let it fade away. For a long time, I had no clue what I wanted to do and so I stopped thinking about it and told myself I'd never be anything because others wanted me to do things I didn't want to do just because: "You'll make a lot of money." When my mother realized I didn't care about how much money I could make, she started paying attention to my writing. She said: "Well, you need a teacher to teach you grammar and punctuation but your stories and poetry are good. You have a good imagination." At the time, I saw the negative in what she said but I did enjoy writing and could see myself teaching others to write also. I had no particular grade in mind, just an age which was the young teens. They were easy to work with and all had vivid imaginations and that included those who thought they couldn't write.

Then life took a turn and after graduating, I stopped caring about a future career and just wanted a future. I became a mom not long after that. I had taken accounting in high school and thought I'd finish what I started in that but got bored with it so I quit taking classes. I tried again while pregnant but again quit. My dad mentioned business so I took that a year or so later and once again got bored so I quit. I got into computers and really enjoyed learning a small amount of programming in the form of apps but stopped that when it began to get too hard. I got into graphics just a few years ago but every time I paused to consider taking some classes, something else going on interrupted those thoughts. Now my eyes struggle with color and the print is harder and harder to read.

Now when I think about what I enjoy I remember all the art I used to create but know I'll never be as good as I would need to be with the issues with my eyes. Music was always consistent and so was writing but writing became the kind I'm doing now. I don't really see $$$ in either. Not enough to live on anyway. I considered hobbies like the whole candle making thing and know that requires more money to ever really make enough to live on. I get bored with it too though so... what will I do with the rest of my life and will it make me happy? I have no idea.

Sounds like you more or less let yourself guide your own hand which suits the question from yet another point of view.

haha. You've heard me say it several times before.. Things come easy for you and to you, even. I do wonder if things will ever not come easy for you.

Out of curiosity, did your parents share anything that could be considered opposite of what you do?

Overall, it would have been nice to say I had supportive parents but I didn't. I had a supportive stepfather in most things but he even discouraged some of the things I wanted to try to learn how to do. His reasoning he took to the grave because I was never one to question it. I spent more time questioning everything else instead.

It does make me wonder if I had been raised differently and not been though the things I had been, if I would have followed my own dreams or at least settled into an actual career. It's something I'll never know.

Not that I recall. I think it was mostly engineering stuff, so building things like I do now but a bit more tangible