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When I grow up...

15/10/2015

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When I was in grade one, our teacher asked all of us what we wanted to be when we grew up. I remember the kid sitting next to me saying that he wanted to be GOD when he grew up... I wonder how that worked out for him? I also remember saying that day, that I wanted to be a dentist. I don't know what the fascination was with dentistry, and at this moment, I cannot think of anything worse than looking in other peoples mouths all day long. I applaud my dentist friends, you have a stronger stomach than I do. Needless to say, I did not become a dentist, and what's more, I still don't really know what I want to be when I grow up.

Throughout the years, I've changed my mind more times than I can count. I remember, when I was about 14 years old, shortly after completing my Open Water Diving course, thinking that I wanted to become a Marine Biologist. Then sometime before the completion of year 12, I had changed my mind to Psychology. After I didn't get the results I needed to get into the required courses, I applied to start a Bachelor of Arts (Communication), but deferred for a year, and decided to travel the world. While I was traveling around Europe, sipping wine (Ok, I was 18, maybe chugging beer and downing shots) and eating way too much amazing food, I found myself wondering if I could take up 'World Traveler' as a future profession? Although, I'm pretty sure that idea came crashing to the ground when I found myself at the summit of Jungfrau in breathtaking Switzerland, having to call home to ask for more money... thanks again for that dad. I swiftly realised that I probably couldn't maintain the lifestyle to which I had become accustomed, and I would eventually need to return home to find a job and work hard. Life was so unfair. *sigh*
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My gap year, (L) The Greek Islands, (R) Atop Jungfrau, 2003.
After a 12 month gap year, I started my Bachelor of Arts degree. In hindsight, I should have stuck with that. I did quite well, considering my penchant for procrastination. Apparently I had a knack for writing... who knew. Upon completion of this first year, I transferred across to begin a Bachelor of Behavioural Science. Again, I did reasonably well... I still hadn't learned any lessons from the previous year, doing assignments the morning of, and my idea of studying was skimming through the text book 5 minutes before the exam... but I was exceeding my own expectations, and figured, why bother changing? That degree only lasted a year, I dropped out, with the intention of going back to finish one day. My year abroad was something that I often reflected on. I decided I wasn't ready to sit down and study (I'm not sure that I ever will be), and that I needed to get out and live my life, have fun... and lets face it, party a little bit more. 

The next year, around the time of my 21st birthday, I decided on yet another grand 'Kirsty' idea (an idea which actually allowed me to meet my now husband, so it kinda worked out ok). I would pack up my stuff, and head up north, I was on my way to Katherine in the Northern Territory. My sister and her family were living up that way, and I decided it would be a great experience. Within a few weeks, I had landed a full time job at a local childcare centre... This struck some of my nearest and dearest as an odd choice, but for me it was a full time job, simple as that. It turned out to be the job that I have enjoyed the most, it also made me want to bang my head against a brick wall the most too, but I loved it. I have stuck with it the longest, and have (much to my own surprise) actually completed a qualification in the area. Ok, it's only a Cert 3, but for someone that has started two degrees, and has the attention span of a toddler on speed, it's a big deal. I soon realised something about myself that was probably abundantly clear to those around me already... I get bored easily, and kids are NEVER boring. It also gave me a good head start into my current profession as full time wife, mother and slave to two tiny blonde dictators.

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My current profession, wife and mother.
You would think that at 30 years old, and after all of this chopping and changing, and various life experiences, that I would have an idea about the career path i would like to take. After all, this stint as a Stay at Home Mummy will soon come to an end, and I'll need to get my act together. In those rare moments, when I actually get a chance to sit and think about the future, I find it hard to pinpoint something that I can see myself doing. I have a few ideas, but in true Kirsty fashion, it changes often. So if you have any suggestions for me, that'd be great!
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Your Dear ol' Dad link
13/10/2015 17:50:49

One of the results of World Travelling is learning valuable lessons....and your travels helped "me" learn a couple I will never forget.

What is a "gap year ?", I asked. Your responses helped me realise that I was in the presence of budding diplomat, or perhaps a high level negotiator.....who talked her way from my quickly retorted "get serious" to disappearing into a skyway and a very large plane.

The other was that an enterprising Aussie girl with a mobile phone in hand fears not the distance between the top of the Jungfrau and the wilds of Papua New Guinea. Could I spare a quid or two....just till you were down from the Jungfrau. It was worth that quid or two for the sense of amazement that the text message found me at all..... :-)

Just think of the wonderful things your two blonde dictators will teach you in the fullness of time... :-)

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Kirsty
13/10/2015 18:18:09

Thanks daddy-o...
It was certainly one of the greatest experiences of my entire life. The instant I turned to walk down that skyway, I was forever changed! No longer the girl who was to shy to pick up the phone :) thank you! Xx

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Wendy
26/1/2018 22:19:14

You could try teaching or maybe Teacher aide? School hours/ school holidays :) or just be a freelance writer! You seem pretty good at that!!

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