Right. So, I’m deeply tempted to just write the pat answer I give when people ask about my ‘dream job’ or my career aspirations, simply because it’s much easier to explain (and far less personal) than the real answer. However, I told myself that if we were going to do this, we were going to do this properly, and not shy away from topics that stray into murky waters. So here we go.
I don’t have a dream job.
At least, I don’t have what would be conventionally considered as a dream ‘job’, and it certainly can’t be described as a career aspiration. There are loads of things I would like to do; I want to write books and scripts and stories, I want to travel, it’d be great fun, I think, learning to be an animator, I want to be able to claim the title of polyglot, I want to read books in their native languages, I want to learn about (and visit the remnants of) ancient civilizations. There are so many things I want to do in my life, but there is only one things I want to be: a wife and a mother. (Ironically, this is the one area in my life I’ve had no success whatsoever.)
Some of you, I’m sure, are probably asking why; after all, this is 2016, women can do and be anything they want, to follow their passions and dreams wherever it might lead them. And I absolutely support that, nor do I think that I am not doing that, myself. I love, to the depths of my soul, seeing people talk about and chase after their passions, and there is something infinitely appealing in the idea of being able, on a daily basis, to support those who are dearest to my heart in the pursuit of those dreams.
Moreover, I am exceedingly lucky that none my interests, hobbies, and passions are things that cannot be done in the bounds of matrimony and motherhood; I actually enjoy being busy, more so when my time is being filled by things I love, and I enjoy doing things like cooking and cleaning (usually, anyway. My bedroom, at the moment, might beg to differ.)
I promise you, I have not swallowed hook, line, and sinker some Disney-inspired fantasy of Happily Ever After (not that I’m knocking Disney; I love their movies as much as the next hopeless romantic.) I know marriage is hard; the lives of those that I know who are married are testament to that. But I have also had the immense blessing of growing up in a home where marriage worked, and have had the equal blessing of seeing it working and being worked on in the lives of others as well. I am also a firm believer that the best things in life are the things you have to work for.
Not that am I desperate for a relationship, mind you, just for the sake of a relationship; there are, after all, a great many things I can fill my time up with, and I am more than willing to wait. It’s just that, when people ask me where I see myself in five years, career-wise, this is where I see myself. Anything else I do, be it art, or writing, or anything financially profitable, is really little more than a glorified hobby. (Except, actually, for writing. I write because that’s how I view the world; it comes as naturally to me as breathing. I just don’t have any particular career goals in terms of writing. As long as I can write the stories I want to read, I don’t particularly mind if they never get published.)
So yeah. That is a basic, rambling summary on my dream job.