As crazy as this may sound coming from a 45 year old, I sometimes wonder what I want to be when I grow up. When I was younger, I used to say I was going to be at teacher. Then, the dream expanded when my twin and I decided that we were going to marry honeys that would be able to afford a mansion that we'd all live in. They'd have the upstairs and we'd have the downstairs AND we'd adopt every kid that didn't have parents and every animal that didn't have homes. Gone are those days and of course, that dream never came to pass.
I looked at my talents and abilities and passions and I discovered that I have too many things on my plate. I adore writing and creating. I love babies and kids. I enjoy reaching out and helping people. I enjoy cooking. I'm fascinated by the medical field. Music is number one for making my day.
As old as I am, I'm searching myself with hopes that what I find will be a place of contentment. Where will I find my niche? Heaven only knows but hopefully, it's not in the form of a singing zoologist!
Ras Al Khor Wildlife Sanctuary
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