I wanted to be a vet first, then realised that involved putting animals to sleep, so I dumped that idea. Then I wanted to be a zoologist, but that involved going to university and I didn't think I was smart enough, so I dumped that. Then I wanted to be a writer, because i was good at that.
Then I wanted to be a dog trainer, but my mother told me I could never do that.
That was when I was a child.
As I grew up I realised that I really could write well and loved it so much that a career in writing would be perfect....but to this day I still don't have anything but a few articles published.
I'd love to get my children's book published someday. Then I discovered I'm quite decent at photography and wanted to do that.
Then there was being a vet nurse.
Now all I want to do is be an artist. I want to paint, photograph and write and keep working with the disability art group I volunteer with. Because that makes me happy. Sadly....none of it makes me any money. Sucks how life is like that sometimes.
