On Wednesday we had to leave this little writing for our Secret Santa's at work. It was to leave them a hint of who you are by telling them your dream job. I'm afraid I may have depressed my person.

I really thought about it. What do I want to do for the rest of my life. I decided dream jobs are a lie. They don't exist. At least not for me. I thought about all the jobs I've been paid for.

Paperboy
Babysitter
Driveway Sealer
Matt Rat Wrestling Coach
Lifeguard
Swim Instructor
Summer Day Camp Counselor
Odd Job Handy Man
Class Tutor
Teacher Aide
Summer Computer Instructor
Personal Tutor
Bonsia Tree Trimer
Lawn Care
Nursery Work
Substitute Teacher
Suspension Room Monitor
8th Grade Special Education Teacher
6th Grade Special Education Teacher
Conductive Therapy Specialist
Day Care Worker

And none. Not one of them felt like a career I wanted to do for the rest of my life....much less for years in the future. At the same time I've never worked a job that I didn't like or love. Where does that leave me? The dream job is a lie. It doesn't exist and I'm positive of it. At least not for me.