I always thought that when I grew up, I would be someone like Albert Schweitzer, or a fighter pilot; I dreamt that I was Tarzan, and was always saving someone from horrible things that happened in the jungle right next to Calgary, where I grew up.
I had no intention of being anything traditional, unless I could be in charge---like Head Librarian or Museum Curator. Or maybe assistant to Madame Curie.
When I did grow up, I was pretty ordinary: teacher, government employee, wife, mother, drug store minion, telephone service representative and did I mention government employee? But I still had within me that urge to be non-conventional. I still dream that I'm Tarzan, or some woman in uniform who's miraculously in the right place at the right time, with the right eighteen-wheeler driving over the desert, the mountains, the ice, whatever, to deliver people who are being oppressed to other brave women in uniform.
It used to sadden me that I hadn't achieved something BIG, something unusual, something that would make other people want my autograph. Probably some part of me still thinks that could happen.
Now what saddens me is that I didn't take even more joy than I did in the life I've had.
When do we get it right?