Dream Big

When I was little, I had a few career goals that were anything but typical. Since I loved pulling hair out of the drains, I thought plumbing might be my calling. I really appreciated the Wal-Mart checker and would always pretend to be one. Ironically enough, I loathe the self check out now. My third dream job was the fabric cutter lady at Cloth World. I loved the way she rolled out the cloth on the huge table and cut it. What a job that would be!

Long before the Kardashians made a fortune off pretending to be good at stuff, I like to think I invented that mind set. During the Olympics one year, I decided I was going to be an Olympic gymnast. There were several major set backs for me. Most importantly, I had zero gymnastic ability or training. I could not even do a flip. Another set back would be my build. I would not say I have a gymnast's build. None of this mattered because it was going to happen for me. The weirdest thing is I never really did anything outwardly to achieve my goal. I just thought about it really hard for a few weeks. Once the Olympics were over and nothing happened I figured I would give up.

If I couldn't be in the summer Olympics, why couldn't I be in the winter ones? Figure skating seemed to be a perfect fit for me. I had plenty of roller blading in my garage experience. I couldn't jump up or do any tricks, but I could imagine I was doing them. I had never skated on ice either. I had my whole short program worked out in my brain. Me in a flashy one piece dancing to "What a Man" by Salt- n- Pepa. Luckily, I have the movie Blades of Glory to watch and know how that would have turned out.

After I quit thinking about being the next Nancy Karrigan, I decided my true calling was acting. I actually put forth some effort in making this happen. I told my mother I wanted to act. She talked to the local little theater. They were going to send me something in the mail. I waited. I was so excited. I just knew they were sending me a script. I would be playing the leading role. I was greatly disappointed when I received the newsletter with audition dates on it. Audition? This dream was over.