I think I’ve blogged before about the fact that I’ve always wanted to be a romance novelist…I usually tell a story about a silly “tell us about yourself” project that I had to do in high school that still lives on my bedroom door in the house where I grew up, on which I wrote: Dream Job: Romance Novelist. Well, thanks to Eric’s iPhone, I can now share the proof with you!
There I am…17 years old. And there it is…my dream job.
17-year-old me would be “wicked stoked” right now.
Also, because I followed that 11th Commandment to the letter.
Mostly.
At least…I didn’t date a lot of actors.
And I didn’t *marry* an actor.
She’d also tell me I had to get back to work or risk having to become an economist or something.
January 2nd, 2010 at 11:44 pm
Aw! This post made me so happy! I want to point it out to all the teens I come in contact with and say, "See? Dreams DO come true!"
<3
January 3rd, 2010 at 1:54 am
Aw, this post made me smile. I have a similar experience looking through my old yearbook, although I didn't specify, I just said, "writer"… I think I was trying to leave myself plenty of room in my dream. Well, I'm not even sure I meant "romance" writer at that age. But I fell in love with the song "Paperback Writer" when I was about 12 years old, and have wanted to be one ever since. :-)
Thanks for posting such a hopeful story today!
Peace,
Becca
January 3rd, 2010 at 3:35 am
That is too amazing!!
Dreams do come true! =)
January 4th, 2010 at 1:11 am
That is great that your dream came true!
March 10th, 2011 at 2:11 am
That seems like a strange high school project, but it's cool that you still have it!