What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

A broadcaster, a florist and a psychologist. No, they didn’t go into a bar.

It’s what I was supposed to be when I grew up – in that order. At least that’s what my Myers Briggs Personality Test said at age 30. And why that occurred to me at 4:00 am is beyond me. My mind works in mysterious ways.

I can’t really see myself as a broadcaster, although at my 20th high school reunion one of my former cheerleading buddies who worked for a radio station in Florida told me I should do voiceovers. Maybe the whole broadcasting thing was tied into my teenage aspirations to be an actress.

I’ve known a few therapists in my time (don’t ask) so I could see me doing a psychology thing. I know a lot of the lingo…

But a florist… now I could see myself being a florist. That’s artistic. That’s creative. I am a florist in my own home, when I arrange my grocery store bought flowers each week.

So maybe it wasn’t such a stretch that my first foray into photography revolved around flowers…