Get to Know You Monday (Vol. 2)

Our first volume of Get to Know You Monday was so much fun! We are one colorful group. If you missed the first post in this new series and want to share your favorite color or see what other shared, come on over here. I have declared you are never too late to join in.

Question: What did you want to be when you grew up?

When I was young I dreamed of being a dancer.

The picture above is not me because I could not find one but below you will find the oh so sweet younger me. Wasn't I cute? he he (And notice the similar bun action going on.)

I danced throughout my younger years and also spent three of my four high school years in a dance club. By high school I was smart enough to know a career as a dancer was not likely. Instead, I had my heart set on being my father's secretary. He owned a successful business at the time and I thought he had a cool secretary so why not. I even took shorthand and typing classes to prepare myself. Graduation came and plans changed.

I went off to college to pursue a degree in psychology. I joined a dance club too! School and I never agreed with each other so I dropped out half-way through my first year. I returned home and began temping as secretary. (I also did the whole get marriage and start a family thing.) As the saying goes, "the rest is history." Twenty-six years later I am still a secretary; now referred to as an executive assistant.

I've held some interesting jobs as an executive assistant. The early years of my career were rather bland but in 2000 I landed a job in the entertainment industry working for a multi-billionaire as his personal assistant.

Being around that kind of money for six years and the perks that came with being in the entertainment industry did some soul damage. I began to feel entitled. In other words, I became spoiled.

I moved from the entertainment industry to the gift industry as a personal assistant to another man of wealth. He also happened to be a complete jerk. I have stories...many, many stories. My role was like what you saw portrayed in the movie "The Devil Wears Prada." Not only did I have his coat thrown on my desk, I had his dirty laundry thrown on my desk. It was just bad.

When I finally had enough I left a note on the jerky man's desk saying, "I quit!"

I now work for the kindest man I could ever ask to work for. There is nothing flashy about him (other than his kindness), the company or my role and I am okay with that. My role does allow me the opportunity to travel to nice places once or twice a year...hello Hawaii come September!

And I'm no longer the spoiled girl I once was. God meets all of my need (Philippians 4:19).

I wonder though, am I too old to take up dancing again?

[Sorry, this post ended up longer than I intend for these to be. I got caught up in the memories.]

Now it's your turn. What did you want to be when you grew up? Remember, if you have a picture you would like to share you can come share on my blog Facebook page. How about joining me in sharing a picture of you from your younger years? If you are inspired to write a post in response to the question feel free to share a link in the comments or on my blog Facebook page too.