From the time I could read, I knew I wanted to be a private detective.
Specifically a strawberry-haired teenage sleuth named Nancy Drew.
I'd love to make a living looking for clues, having amazing experiences & most importantly, solving mysteries.
Damn you, Nancy Drew.
She's ruined me for all other employment.
Nothing else compares.
Two best friends and a cute boyfriend...and a flare for hidden stairs.
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I feel your pain...just pretend you're looking for clues and then surprise people with your findings!...come visit when you can
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I get it totally, I was similarly ruined by Enid Blyton and the Famous Five!
Everyone wanted to be Nancy. Before that I wanted to be George from the Famous Five (because she was so different than me - boyish, brave, daring). Every single book I ever read I wanted to be. I read the little Princess and thought how wonderful it would be to be an orphan (actually, I still think that). I read boarding school books and wanted to go to boarding school. I read magic books and pretended I could do magic.
Always the same. The wonder of books.
I'm reading a book right now about women and play ... and how important it is to keep true HEART PLAY (the kind that is fun + joy) in your life. That means weaving it into work and home. It means finding ways to make life more enjoyable while still getting things done.
So, maybe Nancy Drew can live in your life. It just takes a creative imagination (which you've got!). Go for it! Rhea!
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