Ok so I am having a moment. Bear with me.

I’m suffering from an attack of the multiple google pages open at once brain.

I came across a couple of pictures of me as a little-un and it sent my mind spiraling. One picture I do kind of remember. I was much younger and no wonder I look happy…I was making a Christmas cake with my nanna. Christmas is my favourite time of year (as in I go crazy!) and my nanna is like the Queen in my eyes. Not sure about that outfit though!

The other picture I remember quite clearly, I was deep in thought, a little troubled, and it shows. As an adult I still wear my heart on my sleeve and if I am anguished, it shows, that’s just me.

The cogs started turning. When I was this little girl, what did I want to be when I grew up? What was my plan for my life? Have I done that small girl proud in the life she wanted or have I messed up her dreams? I have failed massively in one area because at one point I was convinced I was going to be the next Liesl Von-Trapp from The Sound of Music! The latter picture was taken on vacation in Spain on the rooftop of our villa. I used to disappear up there, sing and dance across the rooftop without a care in the world rocking a blue skirt I felt ‘grown-up’ in! If any of you have heard me sing, then it’s pretty obvious I should stick to my day job (and karaoke doesn’t count!).

I remember other things I wanted to be when I grew up, funny how when you are little the possibilities are endless! Your view of the world is different. You don’t think about whether you have the skills or the money, you just decide you want to be something. Fear doesn’t exist. The thoughts are purely purpose-focused. So why can’t we apply those same principles now? Just imagine! Put it out there and go for it, dreams can come true.

I had decided from an early age I wanted to be an astronaut, a hairdresser, a lawyer, an actress, a fashion designer (I used to customize my own clothes so obviously I thought I was Coco Chanel) and a writer….ahhhh now that is making more sense. I gotta try and dig out the book I started to write when I was 7. I wonder what my junior imagination was like compared to now, I actually don’t think it’s going to be wildly different!

I like to think that I have done the mini me proud. I certainly never envisaged I would be living amongst palm trees, by the equator and on a red dot island we call Singapore.

What what did you want to be when you were little, mini, tiny you?

N x

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