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When I Grow Up

What did you want to be when you grew up? My list included fashion designer, journalist, astronaut, photojournalist and perfume maker (not a chemist per se, but I wanted to have a perfume named after me and didn’t consider what would be required to make that happen). I should have been born to a celebrity...but I digress.

Kids are awesome that way. They are close to everything that matters to them without the influence of society or anyone else telling them what they should do. The sky is the limit.

As I got older, some of my childhood interests endured and found a voice, and some that weren’t as strong, faded. So while fashion design and perfume stardom no longer have the same allure, journalism and writing, photography and distant travels remain close to my heart.  My interest in journalism found a fitting outlet in a career in public relations and communications.

And though I didn't become a photojournalist, photography has remained a constant as I’ve made images on my terms and at my own will. I do wonder at times, what my life would have been like as a photojournalist. With all its challenges, perils and strains on personal life, I will always have enormous respect for photojournalists.

So there you have it - childhood dreams meet reality, opportunity and circumstance. But I know what you're thinking. What about space travel? No, I haven’t been to the moon yet, but just give me some time...

This is a reminder not to allow the noise of other people's opinions drown out your own. Listen to that inner voice that spoke with clarity when you were a child as it spoke the truth of what was most meaningful to you. Your own children are speaking with clarity now. Hopefully your dreams have found a voice, as will theirs.

What did you want to be when you grew up? If you're living your childhood dream, how does it compare to what you imagined?


  1. Great blog (as always). I have to say , all of those are doable.. well, maybe not exactly perfume stardom. But, you never know.

    What did I dream of being? There were fantastical thoughts of being an astronaut, a policeman and a firefighter... Other times, I just dreamed of being in a better place.. :/


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