Hmmmm. What I wanted to be when I grew up was a doctor. Parts of that would still be satisfying to me I suppose, although the hours probably would drive me mad. But, lets be honest, I work those hours if not longer ones now. My current work week is 65 to 75 hours long. Its exhausting but helps that I love what I do. I don’t know what my dream job would be. I know, (and have always known), that I’d love to fly commercially. And where that would be a dream job I don’t think it would be my DREAM job. I would love to write a book. Which I’ve toyed with the idea several times. I’d love to travel and talk to women that are married to addicts. I know first hand how painful that is. I act like its over. I act like, “I survived!” When in all reality I am still smack dab in the middle of it. I still am helpless. I still feel broken. I still feel lonely. I still wish I could wave that pink silky wand you had when you were four and make it all go away or better. I would love to just travel around the world and listen to motivational speakers and blog on their speeches. Kind of like what I do here I guess. All of you inspire me. We are all going through something right? Maybe its a failing marriage, maybe it is parenting a teenager, putting your parents in assisted living. Maybe its blogging while healing from a surgery. Maybe its that you just need to blog to get the shit out of your head. I would love to be a writer. A columnist. An Abbey in a Dear Abbey column. I would genuinely love that. I love people and I love writing. Any possible way I could put those two things together and I’d be happy. Dear Being Her… I’ve had about a dozen emails and I have ADORED replying to them. Its one of my favorite things to do! I’d love for that to actually be a job!!!