It's crazy that I'm 26 and still have the phrase rambling through my mind.
Aren't we supposed to be doing what we were going to do by now?
Adam and I went to the mall the other night. Shoe shopping.
For him. Not me.
My husband has a shoe and coat addiction that I haven't quite found the cure for.
But that's something to discuss at another time.
We were walking in front of this group of teenagers who were, well, being teenagers. Adam stopped to 'tie his shoe'. Actually, he just stopped and bent down until they passed so we wouldn't have to walk in front of them anymore.
We're officially old.
And over teenage antics.
Just tack that onto the long list of reasons why I'm aching to find my passion in life.
I think I'll start with when I was eight and I was going to be the greatest, bestest teacher in the whole wide world.
My little sister, Wren and I created a school in our basement. An easel and old school desk were pulled front and center. My mom's sewing table acted as the teacher's desk. And stacks of paper, pencils and stickers were plentiful. I was constantly creating handouts, drawing on the board, pacing back and forth as my 'students' completed their assignments.
I was a pretty stellar teacher.
Though I cannot for the life of me remember what important facts I taught at the wise age of eight.
I did enjoy grading though. And putting stickers on papers.
The rush of being Mrs. Thompson (of course I was married (to JTT). It was part of my American dream) soon faded and I moved onto many other careers through my childhood. Including but not limited to:
a boat captain
a wedding planner
a ballet dancer
perhaps the most prestigious job of all...
a hot dog vendor
What can I say? I had big dreams.
And I guess at 26 I still do.