It made me think of what I wanted to be when I grew up:
I want to be a doctor. And to become a doctor, I want to go to a university in the middle of the Swiss Alps. And while I'm there, I want to have a horse, and I want to name it "Christian Warrior."
That about covered it - everything I could have possibly wanted in life at the age of innocence was summarized right there. Funny how when we don't know our limitations, we shoot for the stars.
|The boyfriend was mine. The horse, my sister's.|
Thinking back to my childhood ponderings of "what-do-I-want-to-be-when-I-grow-up" makes me smile. In the mind of a child, the possibilities are limitless. It's a poignant fact of life that sometimes we let those possibilities diminish in our minds as we grow up. Disappointments. Life's challenges. Fear. Obstacles like those add bricks to a wall that we build around our dreams, until one day, they're no longer visible.
But now, at my age-that-shall-remain-unmentioned, I'm dreaming again. So . . . what do I want to be when I grow up? First of all, I've decided I don't think I really want to grow up after all. So, in my child mind, my possibilities are endless. And, it will surprise none of you to know:
I want to be a best-selling author. And I want to live on a beach where I'll open my window, so that when I write, I can listen to the whisper of waves coming in and going out as seagulls cry above them. And when I taste the salty sea breeze that blows through my window, I'll battle with the desire to write or to walk on the beach. But, writing will win, because after all, I'm a best-selling author.
What do YOU want to be?