I must say, it would be quite the surprise (I'm not sure yet if it'd be a pleasant one) to find you in my closet, as a coat hanger. (or to find you in my closet at all!) Thats the strangest "when I grow up" story I've ever heard.

haha that's a great story... when i was younger i wanted to be a dog... i couldn't talk till the age of 5 or so (and since have yet to shut up) so i would go around on my hands and knees barking like my dog.  i feel so sorry for the speech therapist i had! lol

anyhoo, i'm a junior in high school so it's time for me to make up mind on something... i'm thinking about business administration actually...  how do you like your classes? i figure i should just pick the college that gives me the greatest deal since i have little money and no percise dreams.... probably just liberal arts. woohoo...  haha

oh! and awesome job at dessert night!

I wanted to be accepted most of all, to be loved, to be a mother, a writer, a singer.  I became some of these things.  As a mother I learned to love and to trust being loved.  I wrote and journaled for years, and now I am starting to write the things I will regret not writing if I don't. Being inspired and challenged to do so, by a youthful spirit.  A singer?, I'm good at church on Sunday Morning in the Congregation when i'm sitting way in the back, in the shower, and when I'm listening to worship music on my CD player walking on the treadmill.  Live performances, not so good, one Sunday special was enough to terrify and embarass me.  I took jobs I didn't want to make money I needed to survive.  The jobs taught me many things that helped me be better skilled and a better person. I volunteered places I thought I could help, or that God called me to be.  Some I found He didn't call, and I needed to accept that,  but some He did call me to, and the difference was passion, and not feeling obligated,  it is desire to something that burns inside, and not dread to do something that makes your stomache ache.  Some how, God takes it all, in His time, and makes it work.  Dream, contemplate, step out in faith, try, and see what happens,  just don't sit and wait for it to happen.  Successful people I have been told often have to fail there way to success.  Wannabee Successful, sit and dream they are going to be "discovered" by the secret discovery police, just looking for them.  I wonder what their odds are.  

PS;  Glad you chose not to be the coat hanger.  The most important job I ever had was being a mother, coming a close second is grand parenting.

My dad is 61 and he admittingly has still not grown up.  For myself, I always wanted to be amazing at whatever it was I saw other people doing.  I am finding now that what I do is not as important as who I am, and finding a career is not as important as finding God in all that I do.  My sisters have pursued what they thought would please them, and found a bunch of heart ache.  God has big plans for each of His creatures, and all He requires of us is trust and obedience to His leading.  I'm pretty certain God will use you for greater impact then holding peoples coats, although being a servent is one of Gods greater callings.