I’ve been missing in action for a little while, but I’m trying to get back on the bandwagon, starting with this week’s Wednesday post…What I Wanted to be When I Grew Up.
I was a little all over the place when I was a kid.
I wanted to be a marine biologist for a long time. Not to work at a place like SeaWorld. But to work with dolphins or whales in the ocean. That was, of course, before I stopped swimming in natural bodies of water. But that’s another story.
Then there was my FBI phase. That lasted quite a while. And I’m not sure where it came from, maybe The X-Files. I think it fizzled out about the time I told my mom about it and she laughed at me.
I think maybe I wanted to be a writer, but that was a little too abstract for me as a kid. Although I’m not sure why.
I did go through a serious phase where I wanted to be a photographer for National Geographic. I think that one might still be going on. But I’m not that good at photography.
I can tell you I damn sure never wanted to be an accountant. But if I could be as cool as this guy…
Yet somehow, that’s where I ended up. For now at least.