When I was ten years old, I wanted to be a nurse. All the girls I knew said they wanted to be a teacher or a nurse. I was unimaginative at that age.
When I was fifteen years old, I asked my mom to buy me a guitar. I learned to play it well but thought about having a career in the music business behind the scenes.
When I was sixteen years old, I still played my guitar but became interested in drawing and painting and decided I wanted to be an artist.
When I was seventeen years old, I began college for a degree in commercial art and played guitar in a band on the weekends.
When I was nineteen years old, I joined the Navy and was an avionics technician. This fit in well with my childhood habit of taking things apart and repairing them. I enjoyed doing this kind of work.
When I was twenty-three years old, I left the Navy and at 24 years old I married Richard. Richard wanted me to have a regular office job so I had to say goodbye to a career in electronics.
When I was thirty-one years old, I became a banker. I didn’t choose the profession, it chose me. But it was a good profession while it lasted until I was forty-nine years old.
Now I am unemployed and have to decide again what I want to be when I grow up.
In the meantime, I am volunteering at the hospital working with patients.
Life is funny, isn’t it?