I was thinking about my career choice earlier this week, and I had the thought to put it into a blog.
I'm just having a "why not" moment. :)
Growing up, I debated going into the military. Why? Because I wanted to go to boot camp! I wanted to train, rain or shine. I wanted people yelling in my ear to do more push-ups and sit ups, and to keep running until I puke. (Okay, so maybe not puke, I'm disturbed by puking in every sense of the word) But, I didn't have very good role models in the military, so I threw that idea out the window.
When I was in 7th grade, I tried to realistically figure out what I wanted to do. Start early. I was a Why Not gal back then too. ;) I was pretty interested in cars, so I wanted to be a car mechanic... My family has always been talking about how they have paid way too much in car repairs, so I figured I'd be able to fix my own car and be rich!... But really, I just wanted to be "hardcore" woman who was proving to the world that women can do whatever men can.
That was short lived. I then changed my mind. I wanted to be a mailman! Well, woman... A mail carrier. I wanted to deliver birthday cards to little children wanting to hear from their grandparents thousands of miles away. I wanted to deliver love notes. .... Well that was part of it anyway. I really just wanted to walk all day, door to door, wear the fun uniform, have a super nice tan, and ripped arms and legs. I studied to see what i would have to do in order to be a mail carrier. I researched and found the test. I tried taking the practice one. Turns out, I'm more dyslexic than I thought, and would never pass the test. Thankfully...
I then decided that maybe I should become a police officer or a fire fighter. Fire fighter was crossed off my list fairly quickly. I wanted to be one so that I could wear the heavy suit and carry the heavy hose, and once again prove that this woman can do what men do. However, I'm claustrophobic, and picturing myself in a closed off space due to smoke and fire, and I couldn't really breathe thinking about it, so I crossed it off. I was pretty dead set on becoming an officer, though. I then talked to an old friend of mine. He was a security guard at the mall for a while. He went off to become an officer, so we had an informal interview over dinner at Rosa's one night. He informed me that I would have to attend the Academy.work He told me about his experience in the Academy, and instead of scaring me, it motivated me. I was extremely ready. Then he told me I would have to work Sundays for what I wanted to do for at least a year. That was a deal breaker. Side note, this man was later arrested for being sexually involved with a minor.
After that, I was a bit lost. I didn't know what I wanted to do. I thought about just staying in banking. The thought of it, though, made me very sad. I wouldn't be happy in banking for the rest of my life. Then I thought, well what do I want to do? I could see myself being happy as a receptionist. I love planning, I have a word obsession with office supplies, and I love office phones. But that's nothing to aspire to. So I looked over all my past career choices and found one similarity: exercise! The physically tolling labor is what attracted me to all these past choices. Therefore, I decided to become a personal trainer. I firmly believe exercise makes people feel better, and I would be making their lives happier in so many different ways, and they wouldn't even realize it. I would also be teaching yoga, Pilate's, Tae Bo, and kickboxing on the side, if all goes according to plan. I'd also like to teach piano and voice on the side. I think I'd get a lot of enjoyment out of that. :)
Things I'm thankful for: Chocolate chips. Exercise. Jason Bourne. And Eric Whitacre, with his handsome face and gorgeous, feathery hair.