A Cat in a Hat

 

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

 ©Jeanne E Webster

The age-old question has been bandied about lately and got me to wondering.  I chewed on this for a while and came up with a few possibilities.

1.  A preacher

2.  Professional writer of inspirational topics for women

3.  A chef

4.  An astronomer

The thought process sifted through the diversified hats above and came out like so:

A preacher—not likely; have little public speaking experience, little counseling exposure, not sufficient learning in preacher hood.   Probably a definite no.

 

 

A professional writer of topics to inspire women—strong possibility here.  I am older but can still think and write, have had much experience writing and exposure to some dynamics of becoming a successful writer, love to write, inner need to minister to women, comfortable with presenting the gospel to women of all ages.  This hat is pretty close to what I would want to wear when I grow up.

 

 

 

A chef—I love to cook!  I like to feel food, eat food, look at food, experiment with food, food is cool!  I would make a good chef if I were younger.  No longer have the stamina for schooling and training in the fine art of classical cooking.  Most likely a no. 

 

 

An astronomer—I would have loved to enter college and study for the wonder-filled topic of astronomy.  Space intrigues me, draws me like a magnet, spins my thinking cap around and around, always points me toward home to heaven, but is too little too late for grasping the dynamics of this detailed topic.  A definite no but only because I am too old and college is too expensive.

So sifting through the above choices, it appears being a professional writer is what I want to be when I grow up.  Sounds good.  Maybe I’ll get there in a few years.

How about you?  When you grow up, what do you want to be?  I’d really like to know.  Really.  So give it some thought and share with us here or write me solo on my email.  Shalom.

Dreams, Anyone?

©Jeanne E Webster

 

If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?

From Dream Pedlary, a poem by Thomas Beddoes

After I read this poem, I gave the premise much thought.  What would I buy if dreams were a commodity?  I’ve written down a few thoughts that came quickly, yet if pondered thoroughly, this is a hard exercise.  You mention one thing when another appears to erase its validity.  Even the ones I posed could be ruled out if greater thought was exercised. 

One of my dreams:

A dream where mankind had not progressed to the knowledge available in our age. 

  • Children were able to be children longer.
  • The elderly were respected and cherished.
  • Innocence was precious.
  • Greed was a crime.
  • Work was an honorable profession.
  • Love was priceless.

Give it a try and see what you come up with.  It is an excellent brain exercise, as one thought leads to another.  You might even peer into your inner sanctum and have a look at the real you!  Just remember, thoughts are free. 

Have fun!