I have been selected to finish five of these career options and than tag three other blog-writers. Here it goes:
If I could be a scientist
If I could be a farmer
If I could be a musician
If I could be a doctor
If I could be a painter
If I could be a gardener
If I could be a missionary
If I could be a chef
If I could be an architect
If I could be a linguist
If I could be a psychologist I’d find a way to avoid bringing my own personal emotion to work. I’d learn how to shut my feelings off and become numb to all outside stimuli. I would save lives, listen for hours, and become a better human being because of it.
If I could be a librarian
If I could be an athlete
If I could be a lawyer
If I could be an innkeeper
If I could be a professor
If I could be a writer I would write about the stuggles, hardships, adventures, and passion I have experienced in my mere 27 years. I would write in a way that everyone would relate to, bringing out their own inner demons but making everyone feel closer because of it. I would finally finish writing that play I’ve been working on for the past seven years.
If I could be a llama-rider
If I could be a bonnie pirate
If I could be a service member
If I could be a photographer
If I could be a philanthropist
If I could be a rap artist
If I could be a child actor
If I could be a secret agent
If I could be a comedian/comedienne
If I could be a priest
If I could be a radio announcer
If I could be a phlebotomist
If I could be a pet store owner
If I could be a computer programmer
If I could be a politician
If I could be a mom
If I could be an underwater basket weaver
If I could be a reality tv host I’d have shiny teeth and wear metallic clothing. I’d steal Ben Affleck away and turn him back into his indie Chasing Amy/Mallrats days–back when I kinda had a crush on him. I’d prevent him from turning into a washed up, angst-ridden, crybaby in Pearl Habor and Bounce; we’d have our own Reality TV show where we’d make fun of waiters and insult retail managers.
If I could be a forensic pathologist
If I could be a TV show writer
If I could be a dictator of a small country
If I could be a ice cream store owner
If I could be a teacher
If I could be a diva
If I could be a bus driver
If I could be a fashion designer my logo would be Mara in swooshy handwriting across the butt of my fabulous jeans. They would not be low-rise, BUT the waist would not be up around your neck either. I’d invent anti-itch bras, true seamless panties that didn’t dent your hip fat, and oodles of hip, black, shoes.