Here's to... what I didn't become!

When I was a junior high student, I so wanted to be a stewardess.  It was such a glorified opportunity for a young lady back then.   After all, you had to be at least 5'10", no glasses, slender and strong, young and personable...let's face it, beautiful and fit.  Any one of the stewardesses would be ready for placement on an advertisement at a given moment, yet able to fling emergency equipment in a moments time.  It all seemed so glamourous.   And, an opportunity for me to go visit places.   I couldn't see how else it would happen!   But, even in jr. high, I knew I was already failing in at least 2 counts... my height and I already wore glasses!  So, I satisfied myself on reading books about flying instead!   

As I look out plane windows these days, I am so grateful I can ask for my water or juice instead of serve the small village in the air of which I am a part!  I can enjoy the beauty I see, rather than work during the flight.   Memories of my past attempts of a waitressing job in my teens do not give me warm and fuzzy memories.  (Thankfully the owner of the restaurant was gracious to my quitting so quickly).  I was a nervous wreck. Then, while bell-hopping I spilled A&W Root beer all over my very gracious high school German teacher.  I'm just not cut out for that kind of serving!  At at least, I wasn't!  Today,  home hospitality I have achieved... and wouldn't give it up for anything!  It is a passion that is energizing to my soul...

So, here's to not being able to choose what I thought I wanted to be long, long ago... and loving my adventures of today.  I have no regret.....

And, I do like flying!