Being Unemployed: Dreams Come True

When you were a child, did you dream of what you would like to be? Most of us did. Some of us wanted to be movie stars, some astronauts, some marine scientists... Me? I wanted to be a cartoon artist for Disney when I was eight or nine. I used to draw all the time. I was no good, never had formal training when I was in school.

Ah, the stuff I turned out. It was frustrating. I knew what I drew was bad but I had no control of the right side of my brain that buzzed with images that never seemed to be able to travel the highway through my arm and out my fingers into the medium I used onto the paper.

When I turned twelve, I wanted to become a famous musician like Joan Baez. I got my first guitar when I was in fourth grade; taught myself how to tune and play it with the help of a Beetles music book someone got for me. I also wanted to play my French Horn for a philharmonics. That desire hit me when I was in high school taking French Horn lessons and playing in my high school orchestra.

Those were the days; the days of dreams.