As a kid I wanted to be a ballerina, a farmer, an artist, a writer, a therapist, a veterinarian. I wanted to run the office for “Dallas” – I just knew I was ready for the jet-setting life of oil. I wanted to live in New York City, imagined myself lounging about being “adult” in some amazing loft.
Mostly, I just wanted to not be where I was so I took to my imagination. A trait or should I be more accurate and say a defense-mechanism I employ to this day. Now, while I continue on this most-of-the-time rewarding journey of a twenty-year career in fund development and philanthropy, I dream of working at Home Depot. I really love their orange vests.
I realize that I now know more of what I don’t want to be than I know about what I want to be. And from this mid-life perspective, I’m OK with that.