I Must Confess…When I Grow Up…

Welcome, My Home Truthers, to another week of confessions for I Must Confess.

Last week I had to help Gilbert and Matilda with school speeches, the topic being “When I Grow Up”.

It was a fun and illuminating exercise for all of us.

I learned that Gilbert wants to be a musician in the orchestra as well as a waiter when he grows up. He actually wants to wait tables on roller skates, just like Linguini from “Ratatouille” – how’s that for ambition!

Meanwhile, Matilda wants to try everything. She wants to be an artist, teacher, babysitter, chef and, last but not least, a fire girl like “Fireman Sam”. I’m exhausted just writing all that down…

During our discussion, Matilda asked the big question – what did I want to be when I grew up.

That was an interesting question and definitely got me thinking and reminiscing and reflecting on the choices I have made.

I must confess I had even more aspirations than Matilda – and funnily enough, none of them actually happened.

As strange as it may seem I did not dream of being a public servant nor even being a blogger when I was young – although dreaming of being a blogger before the dawn of the internet would have been a stretch for anyone…

Instead, when I was young I wanted to be:

A nun like Sally Field’s Sister Bertrille in The Flying Nun – I was obsessed with that show when I was younger. I seriously got hold of any cardboard that was going and tried to recreate that aerodynamic veil thingy before jumping off the lounge and being roused off by my mother – sorry Mum!

I later returned to my dream of being a nun in high school (I was taught in a Catholic school with sisters from the Dominican order) but I realised that I did not actually have a calling as such. I was more attracted by the thought that I could escape life and all it’s complications if I hid away in a convent – I had some serious issues in my youth…

A singer and for a good while I held onto this one. I was the best singer in primary school and in junior high school so I was bound to make it big, wasn’t I?

But then senior high school came and I realised there were people out there who were much better than me. More importantly, I realised I didn’t have the personality or drive or real ambition for the performer’s life. Thank goodness they didn’t have Australian Idol or the like back then, I could have made a real fool of myself otherwise!

A professional tennis player. Oh yes, I had big dreams of winning Wimbledon and the other slams. I practiced every day hitting balls against the wooden garage door in our backyard and had coaching and played weekend comp. But it was not destined to be. I later dreamt of marrying a tennis player instead (someone like Goran Ivanisevic or Marat Safin) but that didn’t happen either…sigh…

A teacher. To be precise, an english/history teacher. I remember shyly sharing this ambition with one of my high school teachers who promptly trod all over my dreams and steered me in the opposite direction.

Looking back, harsh as she was, she was right. I can definitely seek that now, watching my teacher husband deal with some of the things he does – I would have been crushed, chewed up and spat out by the students of today!

An astronomer. I defy anyone of my vintage to deny that the coming of Halley’s Comet in 1986 did not want them to study space and the stars. Again, I was obsessed. I could tell you the dimensions of each planet (even Pluto, it was a real planet then!) the length of their orbits around the sun, the constellations, anything space related.

This phase lasted for quite some time – I even went into Year 11 studying physics until I realised that it was all maths and that I was crap at maths. That was a real let down…

A nuclear technician. Yes, laugh at me if you will but this went hand in hand with my astronomy interest and was fuelled by my fascination with nuclear bombs and atomic energy. Don’t worry, I never understood any of it but I liked the thought of wearing a white coat and doing stuff with radiation (yes, that sounds weird to me now as well!)

During this science phase I even read Stephen Hawking’s “A Brief History of Time” and actually enjoyed it…just don’t ask me to explain any of it to you now (I do remember something about quarks though…)

A librarian/museum curator. I really wanted to work in either of these fields, it complemented my love of history and seemed like the perfect job for a socially awkward and self-conscious teenager like myself.

I very nearly became a librarian – I was called into an interview for a local library at the same time I was offered an interview in the public service but I got the public service job, not the library one, much to my chagrin at the time.

Now, did you notice I never wanted to be a writer – curious then that I find myself with a blog, isn’t it???

So, there is a selection of my youthful hopes and dreams – I would love to hear what crazy and ill-advised career paths you may have contemplated long ago or any other confession you may wish to share this week!

The Rules…

– I Must Confess is a link up that will be happening every Sunday – a bit of a homage to my Catholic upbringing, in fact!

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3 Responses

  1. Too funny. I wanted to be a professional golfer. But I also wanted to marry a professional tennis player – I wanted to marry Todd Woodbridge!! I remember wanting to be a hairdresser and a “air hostess”…could I have got more gender stereotypical than that!?
    Aroha @ Colours of Sunset recently posted..Silent Sunday

    • Kirsty says:

      Aroha, you were on the right track – imagine the money you would have had being a professional golfer married to a professional tennis player!!!

      I think I had an air hostess stage somewhere there too, but I never wanted to be a hairdresser – my cousin’s frequent “salon” sessions where she teased my hair like Debbie Harry from Blondie, that cured me of any hairdressing ambitions I may have had!

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