Ambition. What did I want to be when I grew up? You wouldn’t think that would be a terribly tough question to answer, yet I can’t quite put my finger on the answer. Never have been able to. I can tell you things I like. I can tell you things I don’t like. But do I have a dream of something specific? Not so sure.

Here’s what I do know. I’m not comfortable with not having some measure of financial security in life. So that means I need some way to pay the bills. 

I do not have the desire to conquer the world, to rise to the absolute top of any organization. I simply have no interest in the time commitment that would take. I accept that I like having time to do things just for pleasure – play a sport, attend my kids’ activities, garden, laze on a beach, travel. 

I also know that I like change, or a dynamic environment that is people based. I wouldn’t do well doing the same thing day in and day out. 

I know I like to talk, to tell stories. I often say I’d talk to the side of the wall if it would listen. I guess that’s partly what this blog is for me. A place for me to tell stories. And then I remembered my high school yearbook. We had to answer the questions of ambition, probable fate, pet saying, and pet peeve. Here’s mine, and a friend’s:

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I wonder if I can get her to follow my blog?!!