You only begin to realise what you want to do with life when you are too old to do it.
This is so true, Hamas....I didn't start seriously thinking about what I had wanted to do with my life until very far along in my JW sojourn....near time for my exodus...by then it was too late to reach for most of the paths I would've considered...
I would like to be a doctor, or a police officer.Those are two things I always longed to be.
Shera, those are noble goals, indeed, but as for myself, since I've grown older...when I think of those two professions, I think....lawsuits.... and......lawsuits.....
I'd return to my childhood dream and take up my mother's offer of a free ride through theatre school! If I'd only had the nerve to do that when I was 18, I'd have been one of those "didn't I see her in..." faces on the street. I loved performing -- loved it so much that rehearsal was every bit as much fun as the curtain call on opening night. But, no, I got religion -- absolutely the wrong religion -- instead. Well, I can still carry out a related dream -- I'm putting a book of poetry together. Hope to have the first draft finished by the time I'm fifty.
GentlyFeral, sounds like you've got it "in your blood"...let us know when it's published...K?
But Frannie, I do have my whole adult life ahead of me...ask any of my friends!
Well, then....you are one lucky ducky, Phant....I'd sure like to have another "crack at life"....
Frannie B