What Is Your Dream Job?

Today is day 4 of the blog challenge I will get to that in a minute. It is hard to think about much more than what is going on in our nearby Nashville area.

Yesterday I woke up at 5:00 AM and started scrolling through my phone. It was raining really hard, just the kind of morning you want to stay in bed and think of a reason not to go to work.

I started seeing news reports of bad storms in the Nashville, Cookeville area. Tornadoes had touched down overnight. This is about 3-4 hours from me. We had had some rain during the night and a little wind but nothing like what I was reading about.

By 9:00 PM last night the devastation was overwhelming, the pictures were heartbreaking but the unspeakable was that the death toll was up to 22 and 77 people were reported missing!!! These precious people were probably sleeping in their beds when the tornadoes hit. They had no idea what was coming. They had no idea that was their last night on earth or with loved ones. But unfortunately or maybe fortunately that is the way life works. We are not promised another minute.

It has left me feeling so down and heartbroken. It makes me realize how very precious life is. So pull your loved ones close and tell the people in your life how much you love them and value having them in your lives.

What is your dream job? Maybe you already have it. Maybe you had it and have retired from it or maybe it is still an elusive dream.

When I was a little girl I loved watching talk shows.  Go figure, that must be why I like to talk so much.   Do you remember the Merv Griffin Show and The Phil Donahue Show?  I loved watching those. Now that may not seem strange to you but I was only about 8 years old.  Me and my brother would fight over the T.V. in the afternoon after school, yeah we only had one t.v. however did we manage?    He wanted to watch cartoons or something like that and I wanted to watch talk shows.  I was probably about 8 or 9 at the time. He was 6. I also loved watching 20-20 and the Today Show and Good Morning America.   I wanted to be a Newscaster.  I thought that would be the most awesome job in the world.  I don’t know why. Especially at only 8 years old.  Maybe it was sitting behind the news desk delivering the news to people everyday.  Maybe it was having an in on what was going on first thing every morning or in the evening.  I am not sure but that is what I wanted to do.  Still do.  I would love it!!!!  It probably has something to do with getting paid to talk haha.


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Another profession that I would have loved was being in the Circus. I will never forget the first time that I went to the circus as a child.  What did I want to do in the Circus? Fly through he air with the greatest of ease? Nope.  Be a lion tamer?  Heck no.  Be a clown? Interesting to me, but no.  The first time I went to the Circus I was very young. I don’t go any more because of the treatment I feel that the animals endure. But that’s another story for another time. As the lights dimmed and I clutched my popcorn and could barely breathe I was so excited,  I heard a loud thundering roar and a voice yelling, Ladies and Gentleman, Children of all Ages.  It was very exciting!!!!  I saw a man with a top hat in a cart being pulled around the arena.  The Ringleader!!!!  how cool.  That is what I wanted to do in the Circus.  I wanted to be the Ringleader. You  probably see there is a pattern there with talking and even yelling.  Yep says so much I think.

So what was your dream job?  Do you have it?  have you had it?

No matter what,

Always remember

Love your day your way!!!

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