I wanted to be an actress when I grew up. I
was am just as clumsy as Lizzie McGuire, so why couldn’t I be the one on TV?
I wanted to be a singer. A pop star doesn’t need vocal talent, that’s what auto tune and lip syncing is for.
I wanted to be a dancer. I was a pro at memorizing Backstreet Boys routines, even the ones that involved chairs.
I was confident that, without formal or informal training, nor any natural talent, I would end up on a tour, backup dancer or opening act, no matter, and then of course that exposure would lead me to movies. I practiced posing for the paparazzi, but who doesn’t do that?
It was simple; all I had to do was be discovered. Perhaps in a school talent show that I never entered, a neighbor hearing me sing from the backyard, or maybe if I strutted down the grocery store aisle enough times, I’d catch someone’s eye; someone was sure to spot me in my small Northern California city, right? When we are young, it all seems so simple to be whatever we want to be. Ignorance is bliss.
It still is.
I still have dreams. More realistic, but dreams nonetheless. Now though, now I know that I need to work for them, not expect them to come to me. All that’s left is to decide what I am working for.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
The above pose will forever be obligatory in all posts. It’s my model pose.
Maybe I am still strutting to catch that one person’s eye. Um, literally, we were
strutting walking down Melrose Avenue. Be honest, blogging is one part community, one part expressing yourself, and one part showing off. There’s no shame in being confident that you have something worthy of sharing with others.
I am still holding out hope of becoming a princess though. That dream will never die.
Also, I never thought I would wear any type of animal print.
Never say never.
All photos credit of Ugly Mug Photography
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