And then I became a forensic artist at 40. I never thought I’d be able to be around real skulls, or dead bodies, but the work fascinates me so much, it doesn’t gross me out nearly as much as the thought of cutting up a chicken for dinner. I know, weird, but that’s how it is. I scream at bugs, yet walk willingly towards decomp.
And yes, JudyCr, I have an awesome job!!