When I grow up…
I want to be…
Which is odd because I hate flying, but I would love to look out of a porthole and see Earth spinning below me. And I would love to travel the stars. I would settle for having a job peering through massive telescopes at far flung nebulae.
I think it is a common thing among those of us who have given birth to imagine that this is a wonderfully rewarding job. I am sure it is also demanding, exhausting, exhilarating and heartbreaking in turn. Not to mention underpaid.
Yes. I would like to be amongst the ranks of the loathsome ones. Mostly because I think a dose of the common person is much needed! People have such disdain for politicians these days that many don’t even vote anymore. How tragic- politics is how we can have our say and get things changed. I am not perfect, but I do understand real life, and that is a good start. Plus I would love to be able to insult people publicly as long as I start my sentence with ‘the right honourable gentlemen …..’
I am not sure I have a book in me, but I definitely have a weekly column….
A Charity Worker.
I want to do positive things with my life. I don’t care for leaving my mark, but it would be nice if I at least brought a few smiles along the way.
Looking back at that list, other than the astronaut, they are all possible! I am 40 next Summer, that still leaves probably 30 years of working life ahead of me. Am so entrenched in baby world currently that it can be hard to see that I am capable of any of those things, but you know what, I bloody well can do any of them if I want it enough!
What would you like to do? I would love to hear your ambitions- Train Driver? Trapeze Artist? Architect?
Love Miss Cisco XXX
P.S. yes, I still want to be Kim Deal. But I thought maybe I had mentioned that too often before….