Things I Want to Be When I Grow Up

Putting on my "war paint", as my Mama used to call it, this morning, I thought, "Girl, are you getting old"...and I am...well, getting older, and that's a good thing...think of the alternatives.

Taking a "design blog" hiatus, and just going with whatever comes to me for awhile..why?-why not? I did interior design for over twenty years, and I am moving through that...not sure where I am headed, but that's the exciting part!

I do know this...Life is not always just a bowl of cherries", or as my Czech friend, Vash, would say, "Life ain't no bucket of peaches" (no idea)...but, when one gets "older", one realizes how it all goes by in the blink of an eye, so one should damn well enjoy it...otherwise, one ends up on one's deathbed thinking, I wish I'd done this - or that - or gone there...

This is me - the little, stubby one, who can't reach the pedals - okay, I could reach them, but only on the "upturn"...just kept pushing, and pushing, but not moving forward.

I am tired of "pushing" and not moving forward...and what is "moving forward"? Well, there are things I still want to be when I grow up...novelist - fashion designer - jewelry designer - set designer (okay, I did that, but not on Broadway)....a world traveler - a wildlife photographer -

an accomplished chef - a great singer - I am sure I am leaving some things out here.

Being relatively new to the world of "blog", I have been reading-and-reading blogs..mostly design and fashion, some foodie, a few spiritual...and I see where some have literally thousands of followers, and are "connected" with the "successful ones"...

I often feel discouraged, especially, trying to do design blogs, when I think I've moved on...and I reiterate, not sure where I'm moving to....but, I have the opportunity to explore these options, and I am grateful every day for that.

So, my friends...think about what you want to be when you grow up...whether you are just starting out, or have been around for a very long time...make a wish, blow out the candles, and go for it....

When my husband was in graduate school in Boston for a thousand years, and I was slogging through jobs I hated in order to keep us going...he wrote the most wonderful preface and acknowledgement in his thesis: "For my wife, Jessica, who plowed the fields, while I was out chasing butterflies..."

It's my turn to chase butterflies...