Well, there were a gazillion different dream jobs I had throughout childhood. Fashion designer, baby doctor, prima ballerina… But the one that stuck around the longest was that I wanted to write for television.
On a tour of a college (not the one I went to), I even asked an English department representative if there were classes in their curriculum that would support this dream. He sort of poo-poo’d me and said that was a very small niche. So, hearing that, and similar thoughts and opinions from other well-meaning adults (“That’s a very competitive field.” or “You’d be better off doing something you can actually make money doing.”), I gave up that goal. I settled for becoming a teacher. Meh.
I don’t think I was very well suited for teaching. Although I adore children and I was able to be creative and all of that, I just wasn’t suited for the emotional toll it takes. Big ups to the teachers out there. Seriously. It’s a tough job.
I still think I’m well suited for television scripting. I really do.
Is 38 too old to make it? Gah. Probably.