Sunday, September 14, 2008

When I Grow Up...

So I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up! I've obviously been thrust into the wonderful, terrifying, hilarious, beautiful role of "Mommy;" but at 28, I don't feel like I know what my passion is. So I have decided to take a cue from our contractor's 16 year old son and decide what I don't like. Perhaps this will narrow things down for me a bit....

1) I do not want to be a professional home interior painter. I am really bad at it. Really. Before yesterday, I had never painted a ceiling before. My neck is thanking me today. According to my husband, I am also a very sloppy painter. After a morning of paint splatters in my eyes (I may need a seeing eye dog-this should almost certainly guarantee me a handicapped parking space if not having a sense of smell won't do it!), streaks on all my clothes, and crusted paint ground into every exposed spot of skin, I came to the conclusion that painting is just not my thing.

On to the next discovery of what I know I'm not good at....

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