Have you ever wondered where you might be in twenty years? I don't know about you but I have. This question keeps me up at night wondering about where I'll be and who I might meet on the way. You see I can't answer that question because I don't even know what I wanna be when I grow up! Maybe I can walk you through my journey and you can give me your opinion. Maybe I can find something for me on the way.
It all started when I took this quiz that will tell you which job will be best for you. I finished the test and a link popped up and it took me to a site and within that site it said in big bold letters "Architect". I was confused at first because I was young and had never heard of that job before. I thought nothing of it until I did some research. The search results astonished me. I read about what they did and how much they made. It all made sense to me. The math, the drawing, the income amount. I loved it! That was until I thought about it a little more. Did I really want to draw and do math all my life? Plus I'm not too social if you know me well. So I marked it off and did the test again hoping for different results.
Once againI took the test and it said the same thing as last time, I still don't know why I even thought there would be a different answer. I gave up, plopped on my bed and raised my hand in the air thinking about what I could do and what I was capable of. As laid there I thought about my grandpa who passed away when I was young. He was an air force veterinarian that flew cargo planes across the sea. I thought about his doings and told myself that I could do it too. The air force doesn't sound so bad. Working with planes, meeting new people, working with engines. I felt good about this one, but as you know our brains don't usually stop there. The thought opened a new path which led me to my fear of heights. "Planes aren't my thing," I mumbled quietly. I sighed and went downstairs to try and get someone's opinion.
As I waddled downstairs I could hear mumbling in the kitchen. I tried to listen in but the thick walls muffled the voices. I walked down and got to the bottom. I slowly tip-toed down the hallway and peeked over the corner. It was my mother with my aunt making dinner. The aroma was delightful. It was like thanksgiving all over again(It was the middle of july). I snuck in and greeted my mother and aunt. The aroma overwhelmed me and I couldn't think of my question. "Ah-h erm...what should- you- grow up," I muttered. " What was that?" my aunt said. "Nothing," I said as I started to walk off. At that point I was clueless where am I gonna get in life? I ran up to my room and started digging for paper. That is the point in time when I knew to just sum it down. I thought about it a bit. Do I want a house or an apartment? Where do I want to live? I need a job that can support this lifestyle though. These decisions were too hard for me to handle.
I still can't decide. I know I have ranted on and on about what I may do in the future but I feel like it is still gonna be the same. I may not have my heart set on a specific goal but that is ok! You can be whatever, do whatever and pursue whatever if you just wait for the right moment. Fly solo and group with your flock at the right moment. After all, I've talked about all my jobs and still can't find one. In the end you are who you are and no one can convince me otherwise.
