I’ve never been very much on making plans and setting goals. Oh… sure… I’ve made them and set them in the past. But I never follow through so… what the heck’s the point? Plus, I’ve found that happenstance is frequently my friend so… I’m pretty much content to just let life happen.
It’s funny thinking back on all the many things I thought I wanted, and wanted to be, growing up… all the different jobs and professions I considered… not to mention the days I cursed the simple fact of having choices. In my mother’s day, things were simpler, I thought. If you chose to do something other than raise kids and/or look after some man, your choices were relatively limited – the conventional ones being nurse, teacher, nun.
By the time I was on the scene, everything had changed. My parents told me constantly that I could be and do absolutely anything I wanted. Nice. But also… aacck… highly pressurized. Anything? Geez. You mean I have to choose from an infinite number of options? It was pretty overwhelming, especially since the things to which I naturally gravitated all seemed problematic.
I wanted to be a poet. My mom said: impractical.
I wanted to be a philosopher. My parents assured me: not at all viable if you want to eat on a regular basis.
Then I wanted to be a vet. Until I learned about medical school and the long taxing hours that would have to be got through.
At one point, I honestly thought I’d want to do AI – artificial insemination. It seemed rather "vet lite"… and the AI guys who came to our farm to inseminate our cows seemed to have a pretty spiffy life… driving around the countryside with a trunk full of frozen semen, putting on the long glove and reaching way inside a beast… bringing together the first two key ingredients in a brand new life… and then driving on to do the same thing somewhere else.
Then I got older and lazier. I started assessing career options based on the length and complexity of the required preparation. Interior designer, I thought at one point. I figured I could be done with the training and working and supporting myself well before my 20th birthday. Then I took a related course in high school. Ha-a-a-ted it. And decided to just chuck the whole career idea entirely.
Most of what’s happened since has been accidental. Or coincidental. Or whatever you want to call it.
It may be sad from a certain perspective, but many of the major changes in my life were precipitated, over the years, by partnerships with men.
I took my first radio job – not because I loved the work, but because it would bring me closer to my then-boyfriend.
Years later, I moved to The Big City and took a job there to be with another boyfriend.
Ultimately, I left radio entirely and moved here, to the Island, to be with Husband Mike. And I’m certainly not complaining; it’s all worked out.
So I wasn’t at all surprised when I saw this pic. It was completely unintentional… but I love what resulted. This was from Friday, when I was gearing up for the knife shot. My dear little fuzzy friend was nearby, as always. I’d already triggered the shutter… on a timer… when she walked into the shot and sat there looking at me… all ears and quizzical eyes. I started laughing… and she turned to face the camera just as it clicked.
Anyway… like I said… I’m a fan of happenstance. So this is my little tribute to it.
And really… what’s better than going through life knowing that you never know – and can’t know – what great thing will happen next?? Bring it on.
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