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When I grow up…

May 20, 2010

My son, Nick, just finished his last day of high school. Seems impossible that he could be on his way to college; that he could be almost a grown up. Nick is smart and creative, and has a good head on his shoulders. He has a plan. He knows what he wants to “be” and do. If only I was as “ready” to be a grown up as he is, when I was 18.

I wanted to be a flight attendant. Though, in those days, they were called stewardesses. I imagined that I would travel around the world, meet countless interesting people — maybe even famous people. I would have a lover in Rome, and one in New York City. They would take me to fancy restaurants and parties (there were always gala events going on when I was in town) where we would dance in the moonlight and drink champagne under the stars, and then I’d be off on another adventure, leaving these handsome men longing for my speedy return.

In my stewardess phase, I never thought about the “work” that would be involved, just the fun. It all seemed so glamorous, to me, a 15-year-old with a desire to travel the world.

My dreams of becoming a stewardess were fleeting. What I wanted to BE when I grew up has changed a lot over the years. I never did realize my dreams of serving cranky, red-eyed travelers on transatlantic flights.

Here is a sampling of some of my “careers” in the last 25+ years:

  • Cashier
  • Dishwasher
  • Telemarketer (selling plots for a cemetery)
  • Salesclerk – ladies wear
  • Assembly-line worker (making plastic bags!)
  • Paint store clerk and wallpaper-hanging demonstrator
  • Bookkeeper / Accounts Payable Clerk
  • Phlebotomist / ECG Technician
  • Chiropractic Assistant
  • Travel and Lifestyle Writer
  • Magazine Editor / Publisher
  • Marketing Manager
  • Web Managing Editor

I’m not convinced that I’ve quite figured it out yet: What I want to be when I grow up. I’m still weighing my options. Although I no longer have a desire to be a stewardess, I’m not dismissing the idea that world travel is in my future. Of course, I’ll have to give up the lover in Rome, and likely the one in NYC — I don’t think my husband would approve.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. Kate permalink
    May 20, 2010 1:16 pm

    I can just picture you in one of those cute stewardess uniforms w/ the matching hat and purse. Ok, maybe those were worn by earlier stewardesses, but I’ve this mental picture now I can’t shake!

  2. May 20, 2010 2:43 pm

    Yea, I think those cute outfits were before my time — Kate!

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