When you were a little kid, what was your dream job? What did you always want to do? What made you so excited you just couldn’t wait to grow up? 

Now here’s a better question… Are you doing that? Are you doing exactly what you wanted to do? Are you in the career that you rushed through your childhood to get to? 

Mine was teaching. I wanted to be a teacher. (Still do, if I’m being completely honest.) I remember pretending to be a teacher and my younger siblings would be my students. I would pretend to make lesson plans and organize projects like my current teachers would. I was inspired by how kind my teachers were, how they were there to help me not only with school but with life. I have some favorite teachers that truly stood out to me, they are the ones that inspired me. 

But life got in the way. When did I stop pursuing my dream and start living? When did I just give up? WHY did I give up? 

Life knocked me down a couple times. Hard. 

I know I mentioned that I’m a flight attendant and I’m loving my job. I am. Do I wake up every morning excited to go to work? Depends on the flights and where I’m going. Do I feel like I am doing what I was put on this earth to do? No. I don’t hate my job, I do enjoy it. It’s just not my DREAM. It’s not what I’ve imagined myself doing since I was five. My girlfriend has dreamt of being a police officer since she was five, and that’s exactly what she’s doing. (I’ll be writing more about the lifestyle of dating a LEO {law enforcement officer}) Why can’t I do that? Why can’t I live out my dream?

Have I gotten too old for my dream job? Has my dream job changed? To be honest, I don’t even know WHAT I would do if I had the monetary means to do whatever I pleased as far as a career. Would I want to be a rocket scientist? Well, I had to bake my biology teacher brownies so I could pass the class… Probably not. Would I want to be a chef? I once spilled blue kool-aid powder all over my friend’s floor and stained her linoleum.. I should probably stay out of the kitchen. Would I want to be a veterinarian? I’d bawl my eyes out every time I’d have to put a dog down.. and I’d probably end up with 47 of my own at home. So I stick with my dream of being a teacher. I love kids. I love math and reading, obviously I love to write. (I’m a bit of a nerd.) I’m a sucker for planning, organizing, and having a routine; not to mention I’d love every summer off. Teaching just makes sense. 

Am I playing it safe? Am I boring? Is it incredibly passive of me to just want to teach for the rest of my life when I haven’t explored many options? I think I’d be happy being a teacher. But what do I know? I have a hard enough time deciding which flavor pop tart I want in the morning. (Strawberry? Raspberry? Cherry? Ooh, Wild Berry!)

One day, I hope to go back to college. I hope to get my degree in Education. I hope to be a teacher one day. I slightly feel like life is passing me by, and I’ve missed my window going to school. (I know, I’m being ridiculous. I’m only 22, I can go back to school WHENEVER, I just feel a lot older than my age.) When will that day come? I have no idea. Will I actually go back to school and become a teacher? No clue. But I have hope that life will show me the right time to go after my dream job. 

I just want to thank the incredible teachers I have had throughout my education. A special thank you to Ms. Richins, Ms. Stevens, Mrs. Neumann, Mrs. Carson, and Ms. Perry for all your kindness and support! 


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