Interstellar Adventures

April 5, 2006

Alternate Path

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 10:36 am

Miss Indigo asked If you could do something different for a living, what would you do?

Hoo Boy. I tell you what. I never thought I would be where I am now. (Re)Married, two kids, house, two dogs, 8-5 job. Never imagined it. I actually never had much of a vision of what my life would be like. I never imagined the big fairy-tale wedding. Never could come up with where I saw myself in 10, 15, 25 years. As a senior in high school I got cornered by someone from the school newspaper. They asked If you died and could come back as anything or anyone, what would you come back as? Others said a catepillar, a dog, a bird. Me? I’d be the CEO of a really big corporation and make world-changing decisions. Yeah. Right.

My dream jobs when I was growing up? For a while, a doctor. My step-dad was a doctor. I thought it was cool. I don’t mind blood and guts and stuff. But I hate needles and I couldn’t imagine cutting someone with a scalpel. Then it was a lawyer. I’m good at arguing, and I wanted to be a children’s rights advocate. Because I thought my parents sucked. But that’s a lot of school. Then I wanted to be an archaeologist. Digging up bones and lost civilizations. That would be so cool. Then it was a marine biologist. Studying dolphins. But sharks scare me.

Now I’m thinking I would have liked to have been the archaeologist. The female Indiana Jones. Traveling. Adventuring. Seeing new places, new people, new things, new cultures. Learning. Experiencing. And maybe I’d even learn to use the whip. 😉

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10 Comments »

  1. Sounds like you’d like to be Lara Croft! 🙂

    Comment by Indigo — April 5, 2006 @ 11:39 am |Reply

  2. Hi…visiting via Michele’s.
    Sounds to me like you’re in a pretty good “place” right now. Enjoy the moments!

    Comment by Terri — April 5, 2006 @ 11:41 am |Reply

  3. Nice! I like that one. That sounds good. I always wanted to be a vet, you know pet doc, but I am deathly allergic to cats. Alright, not deathly, but I feel like dying when I’m around them.

    Comment by Jolynn — April 5, 2006 @ 12:21 pm |Reply

  4. You are good at arguing, you’ve near bested me several times.

    And for not having any formal training, you’re not bad with a whip.

    I’m going to pay dearly for that…

    Comment by An Observer — April 5, 2006 @ 1:05 pm |Reply

  5. Interesting question. And interesting answer. Any job with a whip’s gotta be good!

    I’ve always sort of envied people who knew from childhood what their “calling” was. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up!

    Comment by abbynormal — April 5, 2006 @ 4:53 pm |Reply

  6. I still have no idea what I want to do when I grow up. I always hated that question. Now that I’m approaching…some ridiculous age, I still don’t know. But, I have the opportunity now to go to school full time, get my degree in Art History and hopefully work in a museum. I always seem to back into things.

    Comment by Carnealian — April 5, 2006 @ 5:40 pm |Reply

  7. go back to school and become an archelogist. by the time you get you phd, the kids will be grown or almost grown, and then you can go on your adventures.
    do it!

    Comment by Brittany — April 5, 2006 @ 6:35 pm |Reply

  8. so do you have a whip but not know how to use it;)

    Comment by Better Safe Than Sorry — April 5, 2006 @ 8:21 pm |Reply

  9. For some reason, when I think of archaeologist, I always think of that beginning scene in The Exorcist.

    Comment by Bone — April 6, 2006 @ 12:56 pm |Reply

  10. Us girls can be very handy with a whip!

    Like your mad haid too from Friday’s blogalog

    Comment by The Wisdom of Wislon — April 7, 2006 @ 8:20 am |Reply


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