Its about this time of year, on the home stretch of respiratory season, that I begin to dream about what I would do if income were not a necessity. Don't get me wrong, it is a privilege to be able to work, and to care for sweet little people, yet in the midst of 12 hour days, snotty babies, and albuterol treatments, compounded by my need to resurrect some high school spanish, I think about...
1) Being the story hour lady... wearing the hats and doing different voices for each character.
2) Leading the ski school parade of snowplowers down the slope... little people on their first trip to the mountains!
3) Designing and building my own doll houses... a row house, a southern plantation, an east coast salt box.
4) Opening my own bookstore/teahouse/bistro.
5) Planting an organic garden in a low income neighborhood and inviting the local kiddos to take part.
6) Reading all the books on my list.
7) Moving to Costa Rica for a year just to surf.
8) Being a historical presenter at Greenfield Village, all decked out in 19th century garb, ready to play the part and inspire a child's imagination.
9) Becoming a photojournalist... telling stories, motivating acts of compassion, and exploring those places I have only yet dreamed of, with my camera.
10) Doing full time nonprofit work and traveling to orphanages around the world to volunteer.
Never say never.
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