Choosing to fly a jet

My career choice was to be a mother.
– Ann Romney

I have a book put together by my classmates when I was in 6th grade about me. I was the student of the week and they did a large group interview of me and then had to write a one page thing about me. We were encouraged to make them unique, they could be wanted posters or magazine articles or creative things of that nature.

In sixth-grade I was going to be an astronaut/teacher/author. So there are “about the author” pages in there and magazine stories about me teaching school in a rocket ship.

I still love space. As evidenced by the set-up we did this summer to watch the solar eclipse and the Venus transit. And by Brett’s choice of when to propose to me. That guy really knows me. :heart:

I would’ve loved to be an astronaut. To see the world from that perspective. To see the stars that clearly. To feel that free and weightless. I still dream of it.

But it did not take me long to decide that being an astronaut was probably not the right career choice for me. I could have made it work, but it would have interfered with other plans I had for my life.

I believe in keeping the Sabbath day holy, and part of that means attending church services, not exactly something that’s possible on a space ship. And I want to be at the crossroads for the members of my family. I love waving good-bye to Brett in the morning and welcoming him home in the evening.

I’ve been a teacher at different levels and that part of my life is still full of possibilities. And some day I will be writing a book, hopefully one someone will want to publish even, and something more exciting than a bound edition of my dissertation. And while I might not fly to space, taking a ride in a hot air balloon and learning to fly a plane are on my list of things to do some day. And I find this xkcd about the Saturn 5 rocket that was used for the Apollo missions to be hilarious. Maybe I should take up model rockets as a hobby again.