Welcome to another edition of Open Book Blog Hop. This week’s question is: “How did you picture your life as a kid versus how it turned out so far?”
As a youngster, I wanted to be a lot of things when I grew up: a paramedic, a nurse, a flight attendant. When, as a teenager, I realized that nursing might not be a good career option for someone like me with a visual impairment, my mother suggested psychiatric nursing. I remember saying to her, in gest, “Psychiatric nursing? Are you crazy?” That was before I realized that mental illness isn’t funny.
By the time I graduated from high school, I was considering a possible career in music, inspired by the likes of Ronnie Millsap. So, for the first four and a half years of my college education, I majored in music performance. But I was told I needed a more realistic option in order to make a living. By the time I was ready to graduate from Rocky Mountain College in Billings, Montana, I’d taken an interest in all thing psychological, including mental illness. When a career counselor suggested music therapy, I liked the idea.
My mother and I went to the public library and found books on the subject, which she read to me. After hearing about one particular music therapist’s experiences, I decided this was something I wanted to do.
After two more years of classroom study and practicum at Montana State University and a six-month internship at a nursing home in Fargo, North Dakota, I returned to my home in Sheridan, Wyoming, where I’ve lived ever since. I worked for fifteen years as a registered music therapist with senior citizens in nursing homes and other facilities.
In 2005, when I married my late husband Bill, I quit my day job and started writing full-time. Now, with six books under my belt, I’m no Debbie Macomber. I never became the next Debbie Boon. But my life has been fulfilling and rewarding all the same.
Now, how about you? When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? Did you accomplish that dream or do something different? You can leave your answers in the comment field or click here to participate in this week’s hop and read what other bloggers have to say.
Copyright 2021 by Abbie Johnson Taylor.
Independently published with the help of DLD Books.
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