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Permalink Reply by Violet Chartreuse on January 31, 2011 at 10:22pm

 

     When I was 12, told my very religious mother that I wanted to be an astronaut. (Not exactly a traditional Christian female aspiration.)  She very swiftly told me that I was not smart enough to make that a reality and that no one could really understand god's universe.  Shortly after, like a good girl, I reevaluated and told my parents I wanted to become a minister.  Athough they were much happier, they expained I could not because our religion refused women in the clergy.  At this point, I gave up at turned my focus toward theatre.  They were content with this choice.  Ha!  Now that I look back, I can see that I was looking for answers. 

    Would I change things if I had another chance?  Yes.  I would have chosen to follow my original dream.  Although I certainly love to follow astronomy and planetary science, at 40 years old I am behind on the learning curve.  Additionally, I would have come to embrace atheism much earlier on in my life - something that would have undoubtedly changed my outlook on life. 

    Dreams are a lot like prayer.  They mean nothing unless you have the will to take action yourself to make them come true.

    

 

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Permalink Reply by Adrian Montoya on January 31, 2011 at 11:36pm

Growing up I think I had enough dreams for 100 lifetimes.
I wanted to be an inventor, a football player (American), an actor, a scientist, an artist, writer, a musician in a rock band, the list goes on. If only I had the drive. I was and still am easily distracted... no maybe a better way to put it is undisciplined.

I dropped out of school and went to a Technical school for accounting. The idea was I could make a good living in any town as a fall back then find the job that makes me happy after.

Years later with a certificate that couldn't get me more than an accounting clerk job and no idea what I wanted to go back to school for I was frustrated, angry and depressed. Then I met a woman who was working as an artist for an advertising agency. We drank, we talked and when she showed me her old art growing up it reminded me how creative I used to be.

I started writing, I even performed stand-up comedy and got pretty good. It's been years and I still haven't found a job... a career doing something I can say I love but I've found some inspiration again and it's good. If i had it to do over again I would have pursued inspiration earlier, but I'm glad that I have it and intend to use it even if it doesn't pay the bills.

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Permalink Reply by Julien on February 1, 2011 at 9:20am

You can still help people, even if you're not a Christian anymore. You don't have to be a missionary. There is voluntary work, and some professions by which you can help other people. Only the name of your profession has to change, not your goal too (if your goal was to help people, and not indoctrinate them).

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Permalink Reply by Hope on February 1, 2011 at 8:43am

Life does not come the way I planned for.

I dreamed to be a doctor but instead, I studied nutrition.

 

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Permalink Reply by Julien on February 1, 2011 at 9:18am

What stopped you from becoming a doctor?

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Permalink Reply by Hope on February 1, 2011 at 9:54am

I did not get a chance to be accepted into the faculty of medicine.

In the year 2001, opportunities were very few at that time.

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Permalink Reply by Hope on February 1, 2011 at 10:41am

Thanks for your encouraging words! :) ♥

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Permalink Reply by Julien on February 1, 2011 at 10:19am

Was it hard to leave all behind to pursue your dream? That's the most difficult part for me, and I don't think I'll ever be able to do it, even if, overall, I don't have a great relationship with my family.

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Permalink Reply by Anathema6205 on February 1, 2011 at 10:33am

When I was young, I was really good at basketball.
I got scholarships to play for the state team and go to college when I got old enough.
But my parents moved us, and the high school I went to didn't like my erm...'attitude', so they didn't make me an addition to the team. (sadly, I think it was just that I was a bit gothic, and everyone else wasn't)
I couldn't really play for anyone else near,by so I quit.
I picked up guitar and started carrying a sketchbook everywhere.
I'm now in my last year for my BA in animation.
I love art. I don't regret giving up basketball and taking up the pencil.
I'm actually glad it turned out the way it did.

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Permalink Reply by Jonel Burge on February 1, 2011 at 5:26pm

As a kid, I wanted to be President. But as I got older, I realized it would never happen(it's complicated, but I'm a natural-born leader. I know how to make decisions and I often make the right decisions for a group, I'm also a great caretaker for things, and people trust me--but I don't have the right body or 'look' for a policitian--I learned this at the age of 8-10-ish)

I wanted to be an astronaut. But I'm too fat. They don't let fat people in space. I was informed of this at 11.

I wanted to be in theatre or dance for a long time. But theatres and dance companies don't like fat people. I learned this at age 14, that they won't even hire you if you don't exude that youth and sexualized image.

Around 16, I started writing. I have been ever since. I don't feel like I have my own 'style', yet, I feel like I'm still copying. I hate writing poetry and avoid it at all costs, I'm a natural storyteller, and I love constructing vast universes to play in. I've come up with several video game ideas, specifically aimed at girls who are very literary, in the vein of Bioshock and The Path, focusing more on discovery and knowledge, kindness and growing, rather than violence, which most popular ones are all about. I dislike violence most of the time.

At 18, I wanted to go into chemistry. For the Money. I was told I was smart enough to do it, but my heart was never in it. I took one semester of it and switched to Anthropology.

Around 19-20, I was hoping to go into working for a museum.

Right now, at 21(I'm turning 22 in March), I'm not sure what my life will end up looking like. I have a good work ethic, but I'm almost paralyzed with fear, at the thought of applying for jobs, and being turned down outright due to my size.

I love clothes, I would love to do costuming for theatre, I would love to do set design or set building(I know a lot about odd jobs and house repair, my father is in construction and has no boys, so as the oldest I got to do all the jobs while he supervised and told me what to do), I would love to travel the world, I love to cook, I'm very good at it, especially when it comes to cobbling together a meal from odd ingredients. I love writing, though, I enjoy constructing stories in any form. I plan on writing a play for the final project I have in Blount. I am an artist, as much as I hate the snobbery attached to the form.

Currently I am looking at going back to school online somewhere to get a basic degree in Computer Sciences. I'm decent with computers, I understand coding---I am just very lazy. I see no reason to work for 5 hours on something I can generate in 20 minutes otherwise. My usual preference is to work smarter, not harder--which tends to be a problem in "schooling", where they usually prefer for you to work harder, longer, faster, but not get too much more work done.

I could always start my own cult. That'd be a hoot.

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Permalink Reply by Julien on February 1, 2011 at 7:18pm

I'm just going to ask it straight away... Why are you fat?

 

This must be the most detailed post on this discussion so far.

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Permalink Reply by Jonel Burge on February 2, 2011 at 4:46am

Allow me to show you(these were taken last fall for a fatshionista Outfit of The Day):

 

             

 

And this is in clothes that are rather slimming on me to begin with.

I have had this fact drilled into me since I was young, and I have always been "large" for my age. I currently weigh something like 320-something, but I haven't weighed myself in forever. I'm a size 26 on bottom, which is loose-ish(I hate tight clothing), and more like a 20 up top.

 

It occurs to me you could be asking "how I got to be fat"

I just--am fat. That's how it is. I cook for myself. I eat veggies. I walk all the time. I can jog up several flights of stairs easily. I've always been fat, I've been on numerous diets and the only thing that 'worked' was near-anorexia(I wouldn't eat in high school, then I would come home and exercise for 2 hours with freeweights, the only meal of the day was the dinner my mom cooked, if she cooked at all), and that got me to a size 20 from a size 24, already cusping on a size 26. And I gained it all back when I started eating again.

I quit diets a few years back, and obviously I may be -fatter-, but I feel -better- physically.

Some people are just fat. If you want articles or links and scientific data, I can totally give you some but this place isn't the place to discuss it(I have no wish to threadjack).

 

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