Minus the Austin.
Outside of your typical babysitting gigs, I've only ever held jobs in an office setting. My mom worked for a university and I spent many summers collating, filing, typing and answering phones at various offices around the university. I remember arriving home one particularly hot, muggy summer evening after a full day of work. My pantyhose were stuck to me and I thought, "Is this what life is going to be like when I'm adult? Is this it?"
Yes, it is.
From time to time, my mind will wander and I'll imagine myself doing something other than working for the man. And then I'll snap back to reality. I know myself well and unfortunately, I lack that certain spark. I don't have the creativity or courage necessary to break away from the norm and branch out on my own. That's not to say that wearing a suit for the past 20 years or so has been bad. It's provided a warm, comfortable home for my family, a sizable retirement account and health insurance.
My children are still so very young but as a parent, I can't help but wonder who they'll be as adults. What will they do? They call me a "tax return lady" and for some reason, I can't imagine encouraging them to pursue a business degree. Maybe I'm just in a weird, mid-life crisis place in my life right now. To me, they have that spark that I'm missing.
Allie has begun choreographing dance routines. Sometimes, she'll write them out on paper and practice with the sheet on the floor in front of her. It's pretty impressive. Well, I'm impressed anyway. This weekend she decided to write a song. The lyrics were written out on paper first and then she marched over to the piano and began banging out her song. Emily commented, "Ah, I think she needs piano lessons." (And she does. But still.)