In my younger years I had many dream jobs floating in and out of my mind. The first one occurred in the first grade. I wanted to be an archeologist and find dinosaur bones. I devoured dinosaur books at the tender young age of seven. I was able to identify the pictures, spell the names and pronounce them too! All things dinosaur was me.

Then the dream of being a veterinarian came to existence, this was short lived once I found out that I would have to "put animals down." Nope, couldn't bring myself to even think about doing that, there was no way I felt I could actually do it. Scratch that one off the list.

Along came the dream of two dreams: A mounted forest ranger in the Colorado Rockies, animals and nature. This was a hard dream job to scratch off the list, forestry was calling me and I knew this was "it". I even researched universities for forestry, chose which one I wanted to attend and even contacted them. This dream died a hard and humiliating death. During the interview with the university representative, my father threw a tantrum over disclosing financial information and threw the gentleman out of the house. Crushed I was then and dreaming of a career came to a halt.

Eventually though, I started dreaming again, but this time it was in social work. I wanted to help troubled teens, being one myself, I felt I could make a difference, I understood. I even started college to obtain the education necessary for this dream job. After a few classes though, I again backed down. I believed I would get too emotionally involved and emotionally "kill" myself. Then what good would I be to those in need? But I kept going to school, with no aim except to learn… about myself.

So, now what dream job do I dream? From archeologist to social worker, I have traveled dreams of dream jobs, but now the dream is my vision of inspiration, peace and balance. I see myself sitting at a desk in front of a huge window looking out to nature's lawn of weeds and leaves with a forest of trees. On the desk is a computer and on the screen is a story.

Sometimes I find myself sitting on a porch in a swinging seat with a laptop on my lap, gently swaying I can hear bird's chirping in the background and the wind lightly rustling the leaves; on the laptop screen, a story.

However, these visions are more than visions of a dream job, they are a dream life. The job part is not a job, but a labor of love, one that is done because it cannot be not done.