OK, I just have to say, a fish-powered boat? Seriously? I assume it's similar to a horse and carriage, but what fish would have enough strength to pull a boat? How are you going to control that thing? You can't put a bit and bridle on a fish, and if you could, would a bit even work on a fish? I suppose you could steer it the same way you steer a normal boat, but how do you tell the fish to stop and go on command? I see why the fish-powered boat didn't go beyond rough sketches.
Anyway, now that I've gotten that out of my system, my dreams have changed often over the years. Those years when I could still count my age on one or two hands my ideas of what I was going to be when I grew up were wild and crazy. I used to draw in about three seconds what I now consider to be ugly and sloppy faces, claiming I was "practicing to be an artist." I think there was even a time when I wanted to be a queen of Narnia, or maybe a talking animal in Narnia.
When I was ten I became a little more realistic. I wanted to be a veterinarian for the longest time, but then I discovered that I couldn't even hurt a fly, let alone stick needles into or perform surgery on an animal. I wanted to be an archaeologist or a paleontologist for a few years, and I don't remember why I stopped desiring that. A part of me still want to be one of those two, I suppose.
As for my idea for success, I just finished a Financial Peace University seminar, a course would teaches the "average" American how to get out of debt and have money left over to be able to share it with those less fortunate. Completing all eight baby-steps taught in FPU sounds like a good definition of "success." --Claudia Maxwell
OK, I just have to say, a fish-powered boat? Seriously? I assume it's similar to a horse and carriage, but what fish would have enough strength to pull a boat? How are you going to control that thing? You can't put a bit and bridle on a fish, and if you could, would a bit even work on a fish? I suppose you could steer it the same way you steer a normal boat, but how do you tell the fish to stop and go on command? I see why the fish-powered boat didn't go beyond rough sketches.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, now that I've gotten that out of my system, my dreams have changed often over the years. Those years when I could still count my age on one or two hands my ideas of what I was going to be when I grew up were wild and crazy. I used to draw in about three seconds what I now consider to be ugly and sloppy faces, claiming I was "practicing to be an artist." I think there was even a time when I wanted to be a queen of Narnia, or maybe a talking animal in Narnia.
When I was ten I became a little more realistic. I wanted to be a veterinarian for the longest time, but then I discovered that I couldn't even hurt a fly, let alone stick needles into or perform surgery on an animal. I wanted to be an archaeologist or a paleontologist for a few years, and I don't remember why I stopped desiring that. A part of me still want to be one of those two, I suppose.
As for my idea for success, I just finished a Financial Peace University seminar, a course would teaches the "average" American how to get out of debt and have money left over to be able to share it with those less fortunate. Completing all eight baby-steps taught in FPU sounds like a good definition of "success."
--Claudia Maxwell