M.D.

When I was little,

and people would ask what I wanted to be when I grew up,

I would always say, "A Ballerina!"

Except when I would say

Veterinarian!

Doctor!

Marine Biologist!

Actress!

Singer!

Teacher!

Artist!

I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.

Which I suppose is okay since I am not sure

precisely when it is

that I will actually

grow up.

I still want to be a ballerina.

A doctor.

An actress.

An artist.

A teacher. 

I even tried my hand a little at each vocation.

I danced up until I was 23 years old and on the verge of

perfecting a really nasty eating disorder.

I consistently win "Best Dramatic Performance by a Female in a Lead Role"

at the Pelton Academy Awards.

Although Elena might be usurping my title this year.

I quilt.

I knit.

I take photos.

Which, I suppose, means I art.

I am not, however, a doctor.

I am not even a nurse.

Or a medical assistant.

I sell medical-equipment, instead.

I realized too late in life that medicine was the career I would most enjoy.

It has the most schooling...I excel at that.

It also has the most

math.

It is the thorn in my proverbial side.

There's a saying that goes, "those who can't do, teach"

well,

those who can't heal, sell.

Or so it seams.

And those who can't sell?
What of them?

They sit in their home office writing

nonsensical drivel

on their blogs.

And dreaming of the day they can attend Medical School.

Or make a career out of taking photos.

Maybe both.

Cheers,

A