When I grow up…

It’s fun to ask kids that cause sometimes you get the craziest answers. Amongst the doctors, teachers, firemen, police, you sometimes will have a child that will want to be an entomologist.
I didn’t know 4 year olds knew that word.

I didn’t know 4 year olds knew what that is.

TV is the only reason I know what that is . That’s right. I learned something from watching tv!

I, however, as a child said I wanted to be a famous singer.

I don’t recall this event where I stood up in front of the whole church and told everyone that I wanted to do this with my life.

For most of my life I carried this around, this longing to be a singer. I did choir, drama, worship teams, (never speech! I for some reason I can act and sing but can’t give good speeches. )

I remember being asked that question all the time by adults. I hated that question.

Why? You may ask

Because I don’t know.

“you want to be a singer” You may say

I love to sing. I really do. I sing pretty much all the time. I drive people crazy with it.

I know. I’ve checked.

But that’s not really an easy thing to do. Well the driving people crazy is, but the whole making it in the biz isn’t.

Plus I can sing but that’s about all. I don’t play an instrument. I don’t write music. I don’t wear meat costumes…

I have lots of hobbies that I enjoy doing. But nothing I’m stellar at.

I don’t have a vision or a mission for my life.

I see my life as a boring, plain, middle
life. Nothing extraordinary. You know… those inevitable people that make up the general populace of average consumers.

I think part of the reason I never knew what I wanted to be was because I didn’t want to grow up.

I still don’t.

What’s so great about growing up.
I was much happier as a kid. I smiled more. A lot more.

All you get with adulthood is old, wrinkles, debts, aches, work, fat, pain, responsibilities…

Yuck.

I’ll pass thank you.

I don’t want to get old. Maybe because I’m turning 25 this weekend I am writing this. This isn’t something new though. I’ve felt this way since I was at least 14. Maybe I’m finally talking about it because I’m turning 25. When I was younger (yesterday) I always hoped that there was a magical fairy that would come and make all your hearts desires for your life come true by the time you turned 25…sigh…
If you guys see this fairy, send her my way.

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