I finally have decided what I want to be when I grow up.
After much deliberation, and trial and error that led me down some wrong paths, I am convinced I have found my way.
I get excited just imagining this perfect career. I’m all a-twitter inside—a huge silly grin on my face as if I’ve just been chosen for the all-star dodgeball team.
This career will erase all my bad employee experiences; even softens the wounds of having been self-employed for most of adulthood. I’m not sure what the pay will be, but it certainly can’t be any less than my income as a writer.