What’s your passion? What do you love doing? What are you good at?

Think back for a minute when you were a child. What dreams did you have? What desires did you have, what wishes? Did you want to be a teacher, a doctor, an artist, a nurse, a craftsman, a fireman, a ………..?
Maybe you can’t remember? Then ask someone who grew up with you and knows you well. What did you like doing or what were you good at?

Can you imagine what my dream was when I was a child?

At a young age I was very impressed with the lady at the shop selling different kinds of meat and sausages. When my mum went shopping she sometimes bought “Gelbwurst” (a special German cold meat “cut up” which you put on your bread).
I loved standing besides my mum looking at the lady how she cut the meat and how she weighed it and put it into the bag. And most of the time she gave me a little piece of “Gelbwurst” to eat. That was the highlight of the shopping experience and I wanted to become a “Wurstverkäufer” – a lady who sells meat.

When I went to primary school I wanted to become a teacher and when I was a teenager I wanted to become a flight attendant. I also had the dream of doing fulltime youth work.

I surely had many dreams. What do you think…. Which one came true?
I must tell you that the dream of the “Wurstverkäufer” – selling meats, didn’t come true, but the dream of becoming a teacher, a fulltime youth workder and also a flight attendant.

What was your dream as a child? Did some of the dreams came true yet? Why did they come true? Or why didn’t they come true?
Do you think it’s too late that your dream can become reality?
I think it’s never too late!

Tell me about your dreams…….. I would love to hear your “story”!


2 Replies to “Passion”

  1. You made me want to write straight away! Your stories are fantastic and made me think back to my childhood. We had ‘strasburg’. The butcher sliced it for Mum and give my brother and I a piece. I knew I was too tall for my age when the butcher only gave my brother a piece one day! I never wanted to be a butcher though.
    I am very lucky to be living my dream. My husband and I are both professional full time artists. We work incredibly hard but, as you have said in your previous posts, when you are doing something you love doing, it is so much easier to commit the time to it. Doing what you love also makes the hard times easier. It feels much more worthwhile if it is important to you – worth fighting for, if that makes sense. Tough things are hard though because we are wearing our hearts on our sleeve and being very vulnerable by exposing ourselves and our artwork all of the time. That is why your blog is so important and refreshing for us as well.
    We constantly look for ways to improve ourselves – ourselves personally, our relationship and our artwork – and we always need inspiration. Living your dream, striving and reaching goals, is hard. But the rewards are outstanding, unbelievable. Marco and I are so happy. We really are. And we know you will help others have this feeling. Being in ‘the flow’ is one of the best feelings ever! Here’s wishing it for everyone!
    Back to your question … from my childhood, many experiences about ‘art’ and the wonderful feelings I had, live with me today. (I’m smiling now thinking of them.) I never knew what I wanted to be (as I didn’t know you could be ‘an artist’) but what I ended up saying was, “I don’t know what I want to be, but when I retire I want to own a paper shop and draw all day.”
    It took me a long time to achieve my dream. I’ve been on a long journey, and the journey continues.
    Thank you Tabea for your inspiration and engagement. I believe the best way to learn things is with a smile, and you certainly made me smile!

    1. Thanks Debra for sharing and for your openness. That’s amazing that you were dreaming to draw all day when you retire! You reached your dream way before retirement. Congratulations!!!

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