When I grow up...

So, I've had zero luck in the job market lately. As I have chronicled here I have had a couple of close calls, but the dream job has yet to come a knocking on my door here in NC. I am so, so thankful for my Tampa company letting me work from home for them as long as they have, but I know that this arrangement can't last forever (despite my foolish belief that it can). 

Though I am by no means at the end of my rope as far as the job hunt goes, I started thinking today that maybe I am limiting myself too much in the scope of my search. Perhaps I should start thinking outside my little pr/communications box and look at the big picture (copywriting, journalism, writing, etc.). For kicks, I started thinking about all the professions I have always wanted to do but never had the time or the direction to take me there. Here they are:

- Novelist (not sure what kind...I might be good at writing "chick-lit")

- Breeder of small fluffy white dogs (a la Rudi)

- One of those special ASPCA police that rescue abused animals

- Interior decorator

- Photographer

- Children's book author 

- Host of a travel show (think Samantha Brown's show on the Travel Channel)

- Wedding planner (I think I wanted to do this most while I was planning my wedding...)

- Food critic

- Movie critic

- Chef for a fancy French restaurant

- Bakery owner

- NASA astronaut 

Okay, okay. So, maybe I have a shot at some of these jobs more than others (my husband thought it was hilarious that I put chef, since I rarely cook! I reminded him that these are dream jobs.). I just have to find something that I can see myself doing for the next 40 or so years. Uh...no pressure there. Whether it's in pr or not, I know it just has to be a job that I learn something from every day. That's what I love about pr, and photography for that matter. I like the idea of living my life WHILE I do my job, not just living my life in between the times I'm not at work. Are my expectations too high?