The Ironies of Life
What I have written so far is not very telling why this is called a ‘furniture’ blog. I am taking full advantage of this blog’s newness to get a little nostalgic and entertain myself… as long as I am pretty much the only one around anyway….
Everyone at some point in their life has heard the next 10 words…in fact I would think it safe to say that they heard them a LOT more than once…
What Do You Want to BE When You Grow UP?
Certainly there is the 3-7 year old version of the question where you hear fireman, ballerina, and so on.. but it doesnt stop there. When you find yourself daydreaming about your summer plans, someone will pop the bubble and jolt you back to reality..
Between going to College and the people badgering you about your ‘future’, you have to make some decision, at precisely the age in life when you are least equipped - and then thats it.. the question stops. For better or worse, you are now considered a grown up, and whatever it is you are doing now, well that is apparantely what you wanted to BE.
That is unfair.
I am actually kinda peeved that when those 10 words were directed my way, I had no clue, and now that I see the world for all of its possibilities - so many more ideas to conquer - NOONE CARES!!
… In fact, I still have a lot of growing up to do!
In order to correct this mistake, let me be the first person to ask you as an adult (I dont expect most kids to hang out at a furniture blog)
What do you want to BE when you grow up? Take your time answering…
I could for sure tell you what I DIDNT want to be.
I didnt want to have anything to do with the arts - interior decorating (still scarred from Sid), fashion design, graphic artists - even my stick figure drawings were unfortunate.
I didnt want to be a writer - Since my writing could never match the quality of books I chose to read, I lacked the confidence to ever consider writing for a carreer (maybe I cant spell either?)
Yet here I am today, WRITING about my livelihood from FURNISHINGS (well intending to…) - and dont let anyone tell you otherwise. Buying furniture IS an art.
Excuse that little rant. Women need to vent, ya know