Hopes and Dreams

You know, I had all kinds of grand dreams as a kid. I planned on being an astronaut who cured cancer in between moonwalks, wrote books, and occasionally sat as a Supreme Court judge. That didn't happen, probably won't happen, but I'm still going to hope for one or two of those things to happen at some point.

Instead, I'm a salaried employee at non-profit. Translation: I'm overworked, under paid, and we're way under staffed. In addition, I work as a gymnastics instructor (See Dad, that extra monthly billed wasn't all for nothing).

Despite the hours and pay, my jobs are terrific for me. I tend to have a bleeding heart for innocence and feel that children and animals deserve the best from parents and owners. But that's where the bleeding stops.

The only bad things about these jobs is the lack of men. While finishing a second college degree, I was a full-time student, worked at a bank, and taught gymnastics. There wa barely time to drink, let alone get drunk enough to think I was in love. I figured that once I was mature (am I?) that stuff would happen.

Wrong. Out of my two jobs, the only male I'm in contact with is 40-something Russian tyrant whose name is shockingly similar to Ayatollah. That has to be more than a mere coincidence.

So this is my life now. Work, more work, and when I do get a chance to get home, I cuddle up with my Brittany Spaniel named Mac - the most perfect little angel ever!