Writer Wednesday: What You Wanted to be When You Grew Up

 

In honor of all the graduations occurring in the next month, I’m joining with a fabulous group of writers to share what I wanted to be when I grew up.

Awhile back, I did a similar blog post, called Truck Driver, NFL Referee or NOT. In that post I talked a little bit about aspirations and how those change over the years. And yes – when I was little, I wanted to drive one of these:

Photo by Spanish Coches via Wikimedia Commons

 

For the longest time, I wanted to be the first female NFL referee.

Photo courtesy of MorgueFile

 

Then I wanted to be an architect. I would study the floor plans in home magazines and create my own dream mansions on paper. My favorite feature that I just had to have in my future home – a sweeping staircase and a bridge. Like the one in the photo below.

 

Then I realized being an architect required something like five years of college and at the time, the job prospects weren’t that stellar. That’s when I decided, I’d start a career at a fancy hotel. I’d work my way up from concierge to hotel manager.

Photo courtesy of MorgueFile

But then this happened…

That’s me on the right – running track in high school. This sparked my desire to be a sports journalist. Which morphed into wanting to be Katie Couric. (Yes, I used Katie Couric to describe “the career.”) That was until I realized how early one has to wake up if they are going to be on the Today Show. Ugghhh. Not an option for this night owl.

Ultimately I earned a couple degrees in business and for my day job, I work in healthcare IT. But at night I’m doing what I think deep down I always wanted to be – a writer. My novels are about athletic girls chasing their dreams – in sport, in life, and in love. So I guess I did end up being a sports writer after all.

How about you? What were your sky high aspirations when you were younger?

Some of my writer friends are sharing their stories. Please stop by and say hi.

Tamra Baumann      |     Kay Hudson     |      Priscilla Oliveras

Carol Post       |       Sharon Wray