When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a ballet dancer. When my mom said no, I said I wanted to be a veterinarian.

When I was in middle school I wanted to be a writer.

When I hit highschool (five years into playing the clarinet already), I wanted to be a classical musician and playing with the TSO (Toronto Symphony Orchestra).

When I was almost finished high school, I thought it best to be practical about my dreams and go into zoology and study ornithology (birds–No, I didn’t go to university and study it).

When I went into the working world, I worked in multimedia (project manager), then had some babies and when I went back to work it was in admin. While in that job I realized I wasn’t where I wanted to be in my life and refocused my energy into something I loved–writing.

Why am I boring you with my life dreams? Well, there is a reason. I realize, that sometimes, we revisit those dreams we thought might be impossible.

My daughter is obsessed with growing up and becoming an artist. She’s said this since she was three; she’s now seven. I guess this happens when both parents are in the arts professionally. (Daddy is a photographer.) She doesn’t care what she is so long as she’s an artist. If you tell her that’s not art, she doesn’t want to be part of it. I’ll never dissuade her, even though she wants to be a painter and well… let’s just say she doesn’t do a whole lot of painting!

I’ve always wanted to be a part of the arts (hence the highlights of my ‘what I want to be when I grow up’). I didn’t realize my dream until my late twenties.

What about you? Is there something you wish you had done with your life? Are thinking about ‘re-visiting’?