When I was little, I'd always say I wanted to be a teacher and a mom when I grew up. As I got a older, my aspirations changed to becoming a professional ice skater, a dancer on Broadway, and then a photographer for National Geographic. Then, during my junior year in high school, I took one of those tests that supposedly told you what you were good at and what jobs you should look at for your future career. Guess what was first on my list? A nun. I'm not joking. Sure, in the top ten were also a teacher, a writer, a performer, and some other random things I can't remember, but there at the top was "nun." What the heck kind of answers did I give on that personality quiz to get a result like that? I hate men? Nope, I'm sure I didn't say that. I like solitary confinement? While I was much more shy then than I am now, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have said that either. I like wearing long skirts? Ack! Run away!
So we flash forward a few years, and what am I doing? I'm working for a church, cloistered in a windowless office all day wearing a skirt. And I have no man. Sigh. At least I can take comfort in the fact that in my side "job" (not really a job at all), I'm a teacher and a dancer and I'm most definitely not cloistered anywhere. Thank goodness for Zumba. And also for pants. And also for the idea that, ridiculous as it may sound, there's still the hope that I could find a man. See, I'm not completely a nun. Take that, stupid high school assessment test!
2 comments:
That just means you'll get your own Captain von Trapp and go live in a villa in Austria.
OK those high school tests can be crazy. If I am right Sarah's said she should be a conductor of an Orchestra or something like that OK the man will come along and you are having fun with all you are doing. et
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