I would be an artist out of my home as well as be inspired by traveling the world. Perhaps someone will like my work and pay me to do it. ;)
May also like to teach others about art world.
First post of the new year!
1) Nothing because I'm lazy. Well, it's not that, it's just that I hate having to work most of life away instead of doing something more enjoyable, like traveling and engaging in other hobbies. There was a couple I saw on House Hunters International who run a breakfast cafe-thing in Nicaragua and spent most of their time surfing and playing golf while they're young and able-bodied. They're "prepared to work harder when they're old." I wonder how that's going to work out for them, but so far, they lead pretty good lives.
2) I haven't abandoned my dream of being a nurse - either a Newborn Nurse, Nurse Anaesthetist, or Surgical Nurse (those who help with C-sections, etc.) I'd feel like I'm doing something noble and fulfilling with life, I'd make good money, and I know that I can handle 12 hour shifts. I also don't have to work every day!
3) Actress. Like Emma Stone and/or Jesse Eisenberg, only better. I'd probably handle fame poorly, though.
4) Any other job that, if I had the guts to change, would let me look like Lisbeth Salander all day every day.
Here's the simple truth: I never want to be a writer full-time. I might change my mind someday, when I'm old and my joints hurt, but right now... no.
The fact is, I like being busy too much. During the school year, I have a full credit load and at least twenty hours of work (and we're talking good, heavy-lifting, on-your-feet-for-eight-hours work). And I really, really like it. Yes, I'm exhausted at the end of every day. Yes, I never seem to have enough time for sleep and food and homework. But I've learned to make enough time for writing, and that's enough for me. I got more writing done this last semester--which was my busiest and my first living in my own apartment--than I have any year previous, especially at the start of a school year.
Now, don't get me wrong. When I get a break, I really, really enjoy it. I usually go home to my parents' house for the holidays (and to save money), and there I can lounge around, play with my dogs, and watch far, far too many cooking shows. And it's nice. It really is. But all that free time... it just leaves me cold. No matter how much I write to fill the time, it's not enough. I always feel like I could be doing more, and I basically get really frustrated and start hating everything I work on.
Long story short, when I have to make time for writing, I do, and it's great, because I know I accomplished what I needed to for the day given how much time I had. When I have all the time I want to write, I never feel satisfied, no matter how much I get done. Even when I say "I'm going to write 5k today and be done" and reach that goal, I don't like it. I get fidgety and feel bad, no matter what I do with the rest of my time.
Therefore, my dream job is not to be a full-time writer, because that would just drive me batshit. Instead, I'd like to work in publishing. Not as an editor; not as an art designer. I want to be a copyeditor and spend my days crossing out bad commas and putting them where they belong, because I love that. And then I could come home, work on my own things, and feel satisfied that I accomplished something. Even if I do get published someday and magically make enough money to live on (because most people don't), I won't quit my job. I might go part-time if I could, but I would just be too damn bored.
taking care of and/or teaching kids. love themmm!
Well established photographer with my own magazine
A makeup artist in Japan.
Don't judge me.