Okay, wait! Before you freak out and close out of this blog, let me assure you, this is not about clowns.
"Yeah, okay, then why did you title your Blog after the ICP?!?"
Does anyone remember in grade school, starting from Kindergarten, you would have to fill out your "ICP" form? Also known as an Individual Career Plan...but we all would joke around that it meant Insane Clown Posse. Why a bunch of five year old kids were joking about clowns. I'll never know.
So what did you want to be when you grew up?
For me, up until fifth grade, I just knew deep down in my heart I was going to be a horse trainer. For a circus. Of course.
Well, that never quite happen.
Then from sixth grade until about my sophomore year in high school it jumped and skipped and danced around to everything. From Forensic Scientist, to a Journalist, to back up dancer, culinary artist (this one was short lived when I burnt the no-bake cookies in ninth grade), Veterinarian, "Book Writer" I believe was the term I'd use, and a jewelry sales representative.
Never once did the idea Photographer come into mind.
Well, Until Later.
As a Senior in High School I had the ingenious idea to get my certification as a Medical Billing Specialist. Needless to say it didn't quite work out as planned, I ended up working for a sub-contractor cleaning businesses and some houses on the side. Oh joy of joys.
I had always taken an interest in photography, but never anything serious. And funny, never was it on my list of things to be when I grew up...but here I am. Photographer. But at least now I know what I want to be when I grow up. Whenever that happens.
So don't get too discouraged if what you thought you were going to be when you grew up, didn't quite work out as planned. Just work hard, make more plans, and who knows? Maybe something better will turn out!
"Yeah, okay, then why did you title your Blog after the ICP?!?"
Does anyone remember in grade school, starting from Kindergarten, you would have to fill out your "ICP" form? Also known as an Individual Career Plan...but we all would joke around that it meant Insane Clown Posse. Why a bunch of five year old kids were joking about clowns. I'll never know.
So what did you want to be when you grew up?
For me, up until fifth grade, I just knew deep down in my heart I was going to be a horse trainer. For a circus. Of course.
Well, that never quite happen.
Then from sixth grade until about my sophomore year in high school it jumped and skipped and danced around to everything. From Forensic Scientist, to a Journalist, to back up dancer, culinary artist (this one was short lived when I burnt the no-bake cookies in ninth grade), Veterinarian, "Book Writer" I believe was the term I'd use, and a jewelry sales representative.
Never once did the idea Photographer come into mind.
Well, Until Later.
As a Senior in High School I had the ingenious idea to get my certification as a Medical Billing Specialist. Needless to say it didn't quite work out as planned, I ended up working for a sub-contractor cleaning businesses and some houses on the side. Oh joy of joys.
I had always taken an interest in photography, but never anything serious. And funny, never was it on my list of things to be when I grew up...but here I am. Photographer. But at least now I know what I want to be when I grow up. Whenever that happens.
So don't get too discouraged if what you thought you were going to be when you grew up, didn't quite work out as planned. Just work hard, make more plans, and who knows? Maybe something better will turn out!
Ah yes. As your mom, I can remember the different "careers" you dreamed of. And in 8th grade when you broke both your elbows, I was so overjoyed to write your career report on Veterinarian assistant! (insert major sarcasm here) I am so glad you are doing what you love. Not many people can say that. No matter what you chose, you were still gonna be the best oldest daughter. P.S. Have I told you lately you're my favorite Britney?!
ReplyDeleteWell after that I think we should drop everything and live out our childhood dreams as back-up dancers!!!! You just need to get more comfortable shaking your butt in public and I need to stop running into glass doors and WE COULD BE AMAZING. *sigh* I'll buy the plane tickets to L.A. and you pack the sparkly shoes-------we got this.
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