“So, whaddaya wanna be, when you grow up?”
“Free to ignore questions of this rude ilk.”
But seriously, folks, the ambition of becoming a rugmaker did not fire my dreams nor even appear on my oscilloscope, and yet — ta-dah, today I am a rugmaker even so.
Now I just revisited all my youthful ambitions, and wow what a luckout that I did not realize any of them … and you?
September 23, 2008 at 2:28 pm |
I got my first home computer in 1980 and wanted to work with programming and graphics. And I did.
And now that I’m a stay-near-home-schooler with my kids, I am so much more.
After college, a friend confessed that her dad always wondered why I chose to “waste my talents” a small college instead of at a university. But this same friend said that she didn’t do theatre anymore, at university. “Theatre majors do theatre. I’m an accounting major, so I stick to accounting.” Doesn’t sound very “universal” to me. I’d rather be library schooled.
September 24, 2008 at 2:26 pm |
Reminds me of a line in a song we sing: “She takes the universe for university” — thinkin on yr comment and all the ramifications of the whaddaya wanna be?? question, realizing it would be more clearly stated as “What do you intend to do for me/us/society, when you grow up?” Yowza has taken me sixty years to figure that one out…So hmm here we are age 5 tryin to prognosticate What will this society need by the time I am an adult and what will I do about it? Hmm, can see how stagnation has a lotta momentum, given that once you’ve spent 10 years in medical school youre likely to be pretty conservative about “new techniques” — eek the mind boggles at the ramifications…
September 30, 2008 at 8:15 am |
I’m on my way to being a Maker of Things as I grow up.
Right now those things are related to the fiber arts – spinning, weaving, knitting, felting. Hats, bags, socks, shawls, wraps. Along the way, I have become a teacher/learner. I never expected that teacher part – but have come to know that it’s part of being a Learner.
some of us joke that we are taking over the world – one spinner at a time – if we each teach two – who knows what could happen?
Your rug is beautiful.