It Belongs in a Museum!

I really should not be allowed in museums; it's as simple as that. As a creative person, any time I step into a museum, I am immediately entranced by all that I see and all that I can learn. When I was younger, whenever we went on family trips to a museum, I would always be the last out of the exhibit. I walked out of a Pirate Exhibit once to find my brother and my father with their arms crossed right outside the exit. My brother greeted me with, "We've been waiting for you for an hour." As if I would get lost in the museum, which feasibly could happen as I am easily distracted but this was also the Denver Museum of Nature and Science, my museum as a child. I could never get physically lost in that museum; only lost in my imagination as I wondered at all that was around me.

But my thirst for knowledge and new experiences, and how long it takes me to go through museum exhibits is not why I should be banned from museums. I should be banned from museums because of my indecisiveness in life. Today I walked through the Las Vegas Natural History Museum, and absolutely loved every second of my experience there. The only problem was that in my two or so hours spent there, I learned that I wanted to become a marine biologist specializing in sharks (sharks are so cool by the way), a paleontologist specializing in dinosaurs (of course!), and an Egyptologist. Do I have any skills relating to any of these professions? Not really. I love sharks and swimming. I love dinosaurs for sure, and I have always been fascinated with Egypt, but hello? Now I'm going to be all three of them. Yes! Yes! I would love to because as I walked through all the exhibits, the knowledge that I gained only made me want to learn more. I not only wanted to see ancient Egyptian artifacts behind glass, I wanted to be the one to find them, to marvel at them for the first time in centuries and proclaim them as "wonderful things".* Not only did I want to see dinosaurs reconstructed, I wanted to be the one finding their bones, and their poop, and their footprints; I wanted to be the one giving talks to others about how totally awesome dinosaurs are. I don't just want to see sharks in the movies; I want to pet one. Yes! Pet one. It is my life goal to somehow pet a Great White Shark and not die in the process.

And this is why I should not be allowed in museums.

My brain is too big, too creative and bounces around from idea to idea.

One museum - three career paths.

But hey, at least the museum had free Pocky on the way out so that I could eat some while pondering the fate of my life. I love me some free food.

* - When excavating King Tut's Tomb and looking through a chink in the door for the first time, Lord Carnarvon asked Howard Carter, "Can you see anything?" And Carter replied, "Yes, wonderful things." Though he may not have treated King Tut's Tomb with the utmost respect how right he was in that declaration. Wonderful things.