It got me thinking, am I doing today what I dreamed about doing as a kid? The answer is yes, kind of. See, I always wanted to be a writer. After winning a second grade writing contest, which may have been rigged in order to make the new kid feel welcome in a new class, I thought writing could be my thing. I wanted to cover baseball and football games. Interview athletes. Write the story. Then in 5th grade, I pondered being a professional X-Games athlete. Suppose it's a good thing that didn't turn out because as I am notoriously accident-prone, I would have had more trips to the hospital than I had. I went back to writing and haven't really switched since. I'm curious to know what the percentage of people who stick with their "What I'll do when I grow up" plan.
My mom always said I should be a teacher. She was right. Don't tell her. And, if all plays out, I think I'll do both. But for now, I'm in the one of those dream realized kind moment. I haven't have a center piece sports feature in the paper since I was working for my college newspaper. This Sunday, I get one in a smidge bigger publication.
I hope/wonder if my students will have the same luck I have had making their "What I'll do when I grow up" plans work out. Yet again, not sure I'm finished growing up. I still eat all the crunch berries out of the Captain Crunch.