Sometimes its hard, to be a woman…

Don’t get me wrong I am not saying it is hard in a, woe is me, kind of way. It is just really hard to figure out what to be when you grow up…

I used to tell people that as a mom your world is full of guilt, when you are at work you are guilty you aren’t with your kids and when you are home with sick kids you are guilty you aren’t getting your work done. It is just the degrees of guilt dictating your actions. Also, besides the guilt, no one ever told me you either have money or kids but not both. Those two specific pieces of information might have affected my decision to procreate. Oh, who am I kidding, probably not.

So to the question at hand, assuming the choice was solely my own, what do I want to be when I grow up?

Do I wanna be a homemaker? Cooking, cleaning, homeschooling? (some folks just fell out of their chairs at that so I am going to pause to let them recover).

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Do I wanna Rule the World? Run away to the circus? Own a farm? Start a cottage industry, aka http://www.etsy.com/?

Do I wanna work a normal job, not too stressful, collect a paycheck and have lots of weird hobbies (doh, like blogging)?

And before making that kind of decision, are there hidden gotcha’s in choosing a passion no one is mentioning – like the kid thing?

Cooking is kinda fun, but not really enough to be a chef and kitchen’s are hot and have to be cleaned a lot.

Quilting is okay, one project at a time, every 2 months, if it doesn’t have to be perfect and if each one sold for a gazillion dollars.

Maybe joining the Poker Circuit. I just need a sponsor, better card skills, some luck, oh and a brain full of hand probability statistics.

And just like the kid thing, I look over all these options and all the negatives and say, yes; I want to do them all.

Who did this to us?

Do we want to do it all because:
     a) someone told us we can
     b) someone told us we should want to or
     c) if we don’t we feel guilty, like we are dissing Susan Anthony and the bra-burners?

I could theorize, but I don’t have a degree in women’s studies. I could postulate, if I really knew what that meant. In the end, I guess I just end up throwing rhetorical questions at the wall to see what sticks…