Apologies for lack of crafting posts… I’m packing up my house and unfortunately, crafty times are just not a-happenin’ at the moment…Bear with me x
Ah, dream jobs…so named because they are, in fact, just dreams, for most of us. As I have mentioned before, I’ve never known what I wanted to do when I “grow up”. Now, in my forties, it seems a little redundant to start trying to figure it out. But I still do try. I read books on discovering your passion and take online quizzes about “finding your true calling” and all that nonsense. Really, I just want someone to tell me what to do. Give me some clue as to what I could do that would a.) bring me happiness and fulfillment, and b.) not leave me broke and living in a ditch or at my Mother’s.
I always wanted to be a writer, as a child, and I still have romantic notions about that happening. But I have yet to write even one chapter of a book and I don’t even know what to write about. I could write the story of a very boring girl who doesn’t have many life experiences, but I’m not sure who would want to read it.
So, grand writing career aside, I haven’t many other ambitions. Most of this is due to a lack of bravery on my part. I think about different careers but then talk myself out of them because they’re too risky (not enough employment opportunities), too underpaid (I have to live, after all), too stressful (I don’t do stress) or too something (basically I make lots of excuses). Often, it’s just that I think I wouldn’t be able to do it, or I would do it so badly that somebody would die or lose their home or hold me forever responsible for a lifetime of woe and disappointment, and everybody would hate me.
The other side of it is that I really don’t know what fires me up. Ask me what I enjoy doing and I will have trouble telling you. Most of the time I just try and get through the day without falling over or having some sort of accident or getting fired. I don’t know what I would like to do, if I had the choice, as a long term job.
But, dream jobs are not necessarily based on reality so, if I was going to just brain storm this for a while, here’s a few things I would like to be paid to do :
- Have my own doggy day care centre. I mean, come on…playing with dogs all day, getting to watch their crazy antics and enjoying wuppet cuddles, licks and romps? What’s not to love?
- Animal Massage Therapist. I heard about this once. It sounded ideal. Getting to ease the pain of animals and make them feel better? Awesome.
- Full time card maker. I could actually do this, if I charged about $45 each for my cards. As it stands, my prices are not nearly high enough to keep me solvent.
- Greeting card sentiment writer. I used to love Mr Bickley’s job on Mork and Mindy. You know, the grumpy old dude who lived in the apartment above M & M? He used to write the verses and words that went in greeting cards. What a cool job! I would write sassy, humorous things. Not all that generic greeting card nonsense you normally get. But maybe some sappy stuff too, because people seem to like that.
- Working with baby sloths. I don’t care what I’m doing – I will change their nappies or feed them or clip their toenails or read them bedtime stories. I’ll do anything! It’s baby sloths! They’re so darned cute!
- Kelly Rae Roberts’ job. Basically I want to make pretty things that people love and that make people smile. I want to wake up one day and suddenly have talent I never knew I possessed. I want to be brave enough to believe I have something to offer and that the world will want that offering. And buy it.
- Cheese taster. I don’t know if that’s an actual job, but it should be. I would be excellent at it. Fat, but excellent.
- Ice Cream Flavour Creator. I seem to be on a food-themed slant here… I would like to ride a bicycle through picturesque villages, dreaming up taste sensations. Lots of Butterscotch and Pistachio. An ice cream Willy Wonka, if you will. And my bicycle would have a little bell and one of those baskets with flowers on. I might wear a beret and lots of gingham.
- Songwriter. I think being a pop star would be scary and annoying. But writing songs for pop stars would be ace.
- Radio DJ. Playing music all day and sitting in a little box, not being bothered by other people? Heaven. I have a terrible, Minnie Mouse kind of voice though – I don’t know that anyone would want to listen to that.
So, there’s a few jobs I would like to have. Apparently, if I could combine food, animals, music and art, I would be very happy. If you know of such a job, let me know. I will apply immediately. I have references 🙂