Professional Ambition

Professional Ambition … a loaded term to my ears. Frightening enough coupled with a smidge of anxiety and just enough excitement to keep me from overheating my brain completely. Lots of Professionals I know seem to ask me this question a little too frequently, and in the space it takes for me to gulp a bit, hem and haw and finally formulate some type of response, they have already answered with all sorts of jobs I’d “be great at!” I should keep a running list: television news anchor, baker, clothing designer, submarine captain, magazine editor, and my favorite of all, hand-selected by my father, park ranger. That was turned down, sadly, due to my resistance of all things woolen, itchy and green. I really didn’t think my legs would look too fantastic in camouflage knickers (and I don’t mean underwear for all you readers across the Atlantic; my apologies for having to bring it up in the first place). Perhaps I’d make a fantastic underwear designer; that’s an occupation that has yet to be suggested. My point, which has quite the nasty habit of escaping me at times, is that when it comes to Professional Ambition, I’d like to find myself fast-forwarded a few decades content with enough happy memories of whatever I do during the day that keeps me waking up for the next one. Professional Ambition and Life Ambition seem to be somewhat intertwined, and if I happen to be the next pastry-chef-slash-knicker-designer-slash-submarine-captain, and if it takes putrid green boxers for all mankind, then so be it. Knickers galore, here I come.