As I child I was indecisive at times. I remember one lunch when I was four or five where my mom asked me if I wanted my left over spaghetti with sauce on it or plain. I couldn't decide. I wanted sauce, then plain, then sauce, the plain. Whatever she did I was sure to want the other as soon as my lunch was given to me. I got my spaghetti with sauce that day and choked in down with disappointment and tears.
For years I wanted to be a veterinarian when I grew up. I loved animals. I started a pet care business when I was ten and shut it down when I was 16 only because I was too busy--I still had plenty of clients.
At 15, when my dog died, (the dog I had had since I was 4) I new that I could never be a vet. Putting animals to sleep is a part of a vets job and I knew that I couldn't get used to that.
I decided to be a doctor. I wanted to be and OB and deliver babies. Later I figured I'd be a pediatrician so I could spend more time with the babies, although the lure of helping pregnant women sounded enticing.
At the end of high school I took one of those career tests. When I got mine, the most notable thing was that I had a big fat zero in adventure, but I scored very high on leadership marks, so the test recommended I seek a career in the military. My friends and I hooted over that one.
In college I started out as Zoology Pre-med, but after sleeping through my science classes my first semester, I figured I'd lost all hope of becoming a doctor. (For the record, I went back and retook one of those classes to get a much better grade.)
I remember feeling adrift and not wanting to be one of "those" people who are perennial students who never pick a major. I had thoroughly enjoyed my newspaper class so I went into communications. I eventually picked "Broadcast Sales" as my emphasis because, 1) it would be super easy and 2) I enjoy selling.
As soon as I graduated, I regretted my choice. I remember trying to convince Wendell to let me go back to school and get a teaching certificate. He said it was his turn to go to school and I needed to work.
I continue to have an odd assortment of aspirations. Here are the jobs I'd love to have.
personal finance coach
part-time kindergarten teacher
sales associate in a women's clothing store (so I could get lots of new clothes with the employee discount)
organizational behavior consultant (this has been my biggest dream recently)
advertising consultant (I'd just look at ads and tell if they were too stupid to be put on the air)
writer for magazines
and of course, stay-at-home mom my current occupation