As I was going through school, my mom kept one of those books where at the beginning of each school year you log your age, weight, school photo, and what you want to be when you grow up.
In grade 1, I wanted to be a ballerina. I distinctly remember that I was taking a bath and my mom popped her head in to ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I answered immediately, “ballerina”.
My mom hesitated, and then responded, “Great! Did you want to take ballet this year too?”
“Nope,” I responded, and went back to playing with my toys. End of conversation.
I wanted to be a ballerina, yet I didn’t want to take ballet.
