When (and if) I grow up

In a generous act that she will surely come to regret, the lovely Kate Takes 5 has taken up my listography suggestion for this week: things I want to be when I grow up.

Mummy, I'm home. 

I hang out with two short people all day. They leave me with a profound desire to fight back against kiddie entropy by cultivating grown-up habits. My research indicates that being a grown-up usually involves a respectable job, a non-imaginary pay-check, an almost perverse interest in salad, comfortably ugly slippers, and emotional pallet that extends beyond 'hungry', 'elated' and 'despondent'.

Frankly, I am ashamed to admit that growing up would be a major lifestyle change for me. So I'm taking the baby steps method. My first step is this list. Perhaps you'd like to join me and add your list below.

1. Astronaut. In addition to being the obligatory childhood ambition, I hear that the infinite vacuum of space is largely tidy and er, spacious. That would be one giant leap for this woman.  
2. Tightrope walker. I am currently an unpaid circus performer, so a swap to paid circus performer doesn't seem like much of a stretch. Plus, this has been a dream of mine since discovering Phillipe Petit and Man on a Wire.
3. Filthy-rich layabout. I hear there are downsides, like a crushing sense of guilt and a propensity to collect poodles. But I've thought long and hard about it, and decided that I'm willing to hang out with any sort of dog if it means I get to sleep in and faff about. 
4. Superhero. A fusion of the world's three best things: flying, do-goodery and dressing up. Unfortunately, most successful candidates begin their careers by falling into vats of battery acid or getting bitten by giant spiders. 
5. Throat singer. I'd be a heckava busker if I could master this sound. I'd never get rich, but I'd be the coolest thing on the underground.   

A very short rat race. 

Written down like this, it all sounds awfully scary and committal. I think I'd rather revert to chewing on furniture with Ali, running in sugar-high circles with Ana, and picking childish squabbles with my sister (kidding Tanta, stop hoarding all your best toys already).

Like this guy, I'll continue to put adulthood off...for now.