...all sorts of things and I didn't end up becoming a single one of them. I had a pipe dream of becoming a professional baseball player for a little while, only problem was I wasn't that good. I meant well but I was a chubby little guy and my physical speed wouldn't keep up with my mind and where I wanted my body to be at times. When I finally did start finding my speed I lost my interest in organized sports, ironic, huh?
There was a time that I wanted to be a baker (I think I can credit that one to my mother...a baker). I guess as time went by though I saw how much she had to work it became a little less interesting as an idea. It was also one of those things where I enjoyed cooking as a hobby (and still do) and so it made more sense to me to keep it as a hobby than to turn it into work. I would say the same thing about writing for a newspaper because I've never met a happy, content journalist and they all claim to love what they are doing.
I never had the dream of becoming a firefighter (although when I lived in CO the first go-round I became a volunteer firefighter, which was fun). I certainly never wanted to be a police officer or cowboy; I have nothing to prove. I really had no idea when I was younger what it was that I wanted to be. Realistically it took until I was about 25 for me to even realize that teaching was the route I definitely wanted to take and I'm so grateful that I did.
I may have never made it to the major leagues, and I certainly wasn't meant to when I look at it but I feel awfully contented about the way things turned out.
