Rambling on about the lifetime of aspirations of an Ole’ Woman…

Once upon a time, there was a young girl who loved history and learning of the past… She dreamed of being an archeologist. Of digging up the past in Europe or South America. Then she grew up a bit more… Then a young girl in high school dreamed of being a writer, reporter, and a columnist for the Atlanta Journal. She read Lewis Grizzard and the paper every day. She loved the smell of it, the faint stain of the ink on her fingertips as she devoured the stories it told. She wanted to write, to share something that others would read and feel, that would take them places they wanted to go. New adventures, sage and friendly advice, humor that would make them smile and think about things in new ways. But then life, time, and the evolution of things got in the way… Then she dreamed of becoming a counselor, she went to school online, she devoured the subjects she learned, found a new depth of wisdom, and saw the world in a new light… It was wonderful. She then came to the place where she needed a job, and the Covid pandemic changed the world again, and her dream once more floated away. But honestly, the dreamiest thing she does is Customer Service… She enjoys peopling and sharing smiles, giving help, and making people laugh and feel the Jesus she tries to share… The dream job may be an illusion to some, a reality to others, and something too far away and unattainable for others. We all have a niche, something we are good at, something that makes us feel a part of the world. It may or may not be your job. Any job can be a dream job if it provides what you need and you enjoy it. Just never stop dreaming… To be honest, my dream job would be owning a shop full of old things, a library on one side, and a flower shop in the back… Even an Ole’ Woman needs a dream…