Comments on: when i grow up

By: dance teacher

dance teacher — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 10:17:03 +0000

i would make a good lawyer!.. always arguing!.. good post thanks

By: Fellow 93er

Fellow 93er — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 19:51:01 +0000

That “pastel pink like bandaids and gum” line was great!

By: magpie

magpie — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 19:45:00 +0000

You know, it just happened. And now I’ve been in the same field since 1987, and the same job since 1996. And part of me wants to reinvent, and part of me knows that this is not a good time to take that reinvention sabbatical.

I’m sorry about that job you interviewed for. But something else will come along.

By: JoC

JoC — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 17:07:17 +0000

Back to read comments and realized self centred person that I am I went down memory lane instead of remembering about the job. Sorry you didnt get it. It hurts no matter what our brains say – rejection sucks. Yet,like others have commented, I would buy any book you wrote even if it was about not getting this job!

By: Beck

Beck — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 12:54:07 +0000

At 37, I’m still somewhat fuzzy as to what it is I’m supposed to be doing in the very near future when my kids aren’t at home. But I’m not panicking and I’m not worrying. Perhaps I’ll learn how to spell.

Why are so many dancing teachers such prize bitches? We put The Girl into dancing lessons for LITERALLY FIVE MINUTES and then removed her again when the teachers were obviously such a pair of… uh… searching for a nice word.

By: de

de — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 20:50:15 +0000

I think it’s interesting that so many of us relate to this. what is that about, really?

I think I made such spectacular messes of my goal that I’ve forgotten what they might have been. And here I am, coming to the end of my “second chance” without any clearer an idea of what I will do with the rest of my life.

I might know if I could just get a bit more sleep.

By: slouching mom

slouching mom — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 16:55:15 +0000

i understand every bit of this post, bon. it gave me a shock of recognition. we’re not so unalike, you and i.

By: Kyla

Kyla — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 15:53:26 +0000

My tutu is a white doctor’s coat and I’ve got a long road ahead of me to get it.

I blame KayTar for this, of course, having her has been the single most transformative experience of my life. Maybe she is my tutu, the magical thing that makes me dance, because of her presence I can now do advocacy work, give speeches, and see so clearly that I long to be a physician and move forward in that. I am aware of what I am capable of and where I’m going. If pre-KayTar me could meet post-KayTar me, she would not believe it. Truly.

By: misty

misty — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 13:17:09 +0000

I have known what I wanted to be since I was old enough to dream such things. Funny, but Mom and wife were a big part.

I wanted to be a mom and a wife and a farmer.

I was gripped with fear when I left University, not exactly working in my field of choice. Fear that someone would knock on my door and say I’m sorry Misty but you cannot do what you’ve dreamed of most. The thought potentially much more crushing at 22 than at 5.

By: Janet

Janet — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 13:08:27 +0000

My dance teacher sat on her arse and drank Diet Coke through the entire class. Uninspiring, she was.

Lets see: I loved writing in high school but, being the ball of insecurity that I was back then, I decided to major in psychology because I didn’t trust that I was good enough to be a professional writer. True passions are intrepid little worms though, because writing wiggled and writhed its way into nearly every job I had. Communications Officer with a government agency led to Account Manager with an advertising agency led to Product Manager with a software company where math majors were the norm and writing opportunities were plentiful. Eventually I had babies and quit that gig but had enough professional contacts to do freelance marketing writing from home. Seven years later, I persevere and still like the freelancing better than any job I ever had. But I’m not done yet. I want to expand my writing beyong marketing materials for corporations. I guess I’m still trying to find the tutu that fits.