When I was little, I dreamed of going to Egypt or Ancient America, brush in hand, hat on head to dig in the dirt and uncover the past.
Now I have broom in hand, scrubber on wood, chipping away to uncover the floor.
When I was younger, I dreamed of life in far away cities, reporting events to readers around the world.
Now I receive reports from my own press corps, down to the minute detail, what so-and-so did to such-and-such. What’s more, they want to know what I’m going to do about it.
I used to think of a career in law, arguing cases, going to bat for the little guy.
Now I am judge, jury and executioner (of discipline) to my own court room of plaintiff and defendant.
I dreamt of teaching English in junior high, encouraging in the young an ability to weave words and charm readers.
Now I am developing the ability to mind my own Ps and Qs, remembering the magical way words tend to stick in minds and come out at the least appreciated moments.
Things have a way of coming full circle. We glimpse the future in our mind’s eye. It looks so vast to our smallness. Then we grow and we know that this, this is what we were meant for all along.
Written for Chocolate on my Cranium's Wordfull Wednesday