Not what. Who? When you played pretend, who did you pretend to be?
Mine changed as I grew. As a tiny girl, I lined my stuffed animals up, pulled a dining room chair around, placed my Bible on it and preached. Then, I grabbed a hairbrush and imagined I was on the church stage, big permed hair and sparkly shoulder pads, singing “As the deer.”
As a third grader, I read about Louisa May Alcott in my history book. She grew up without wealth (like me) but a passion for writing (like me). She always found a way to write. Eventually she was told to open her heart and share it with the world: Little Women was born and it changed the world. I was going to be Louisa. I was going to write a book that told my story. So I started doing what she did: I created my own Pickwick Papers. I began the “Lake Street Journal.”
As I grew, I began to understand the world required someone to have a profession. So I started to admire the likes of newspaper reporters – Louis Lane (fiction) and Woodward and Bernstein (real life). It led me to help create the first newspaper in my high school. Seeing my name in a byline became the biggest thrill. I knew immediately what major I wanted – journalism.
Skip ahead about 12 years…here I am, a mom. A blogger. A social media marketing influencer and seasoned public speaker. While I am still head over heels in love with writing, another love appeared: advertising. The creativity, the psychology, getting into people’s heads and the constant activity. I get a rush when I have deadlines and knock them out. The challenges thrill me. I think my next chapter in life will be in this field. Can you picture it? Annie Shultz – the next Peggy Olson? (minus the drinking and unhappiness in life)
What about you? Did you have people you admired that you wanted to be like?