Certain things are hard to figure out, from time to time, I’ll tell you.
For example, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. (Please know….. this realization hasn’t just happened upon me. It has been an ongoing thing, since about the age of seven, or so. I’m just a wee bit older now, and feeling the urgency to make some kind of decision here.) Oh, I’ve tried a few different paths… and have considered even more. Some jobs I have contemplated pursuing:
A painter of the underside of boats.
Designer of ornamental drains on rooftops.
An inner-sole cobbler.
Molar Polisher. Back molars.
Fire Hydrant Inspector.
Border patroller between Idaho and Utah.
Yep, these are just a few options I’ve mulled over. Then, there are some things I would have liked to have done, but they were already taken. Mostly inventor-like jobs. For instance:
The Inventor of Robots.
The Archeologist who found King Tut’s Tomb.
First Person to devise a crossword puzzle.
The problem is, I don’t even have a parachute. Let alone, know what the heck color it is.