At least at 30 years of age I should possess some level of maturity in, well, all areas of life.
Like knowing I need a well balanced meal of meat, veggies, and milk shakes.
And watching scary movies at night is going to jack up my electric bill.
I keep the lights on to ward off serial killers and zombies, if you didn't follow.
And in the arena of what-do-I-want-to-be-when-I-grow-up I think I have finally narrowed down my selection.
People, I would be very, very, very happy to make felted wool beads for the rest of my life.
I can't say that about too many things. My attention span is the size of why does my office smells like cereal?
Where was I?
Yes, wool, my forever career.
But if felted wool beads were to become the most hated product on the planet I feel confident now that I don't need to be in some 9-5 desk job where I am connected to a phone and some cranky crankpot on the other end and that I can find some other way to create and make enough money to support my slight addiction to Essie nail polish.
And maybe help with our electric bills.
However, should I run dry on the creativity I always have my other career choice finalists to fall back on:
1. Junior High art teacher
I actually went to college for this purpose. Mouthy pre-teens are my forte, I find them hilarious. However, after one semester with a very angry, small manly woman and another semester drawing an eyelash curler three hours each class for eight weeks I became a tad disenchanted. I regret this decision often.
2. Tour guide in Italy
While studying in Florence I found out one of our school's coordinators just picked up and left her home in SanFran to do her thang in Italy for an undetermined amount of time. This greatly appeals to the hopeless romantic in me and I was actually trying to learn Italian when I met Corey just in case I worked up enough nerve.
3. YMCA front desk worker
This is for a free membership. Don't judge.
4. Graphic designer
I would do this now if I knew how these blasted computers work. But if I ever find the time to learn and a 12 year old to teach me, I would do freelance work for churches and non-profits.
5. Food truck owner and operator
Specifically a breakfast food truck that serves cupcakes. Breakfast cupcakes. This whole food truck fad was made for people like me who can't be tied to one place for-ev-er.
See? Grown ups also have Plan Bs.
But for the sake of 12 year olds, travelers, weight lifters, 12 year olds and people who like pancakes let's just cross our fingers that this wool thing is gonna stick.
Otherwise I'll never get this cereal smell to go away.