What did you want to be when you grew up? I never had a real desire to be anything. I’m sure at some point I wanted to be a princess and an actress and a singer and a model, because almost all little girls want to be those things when they were young. Come to think of it, I still wouldn’t mind being a princess.
In middle school I wanted to be a lawyer, but I think that was more because 3 of my closest friends said they wanted to be a lawyer, so I did, too.
In high school, I wanted to be a writer. I still do, but I don’t put in the effort I should. I’m lazy that way.
In college I wanted to be a teacher.
Truth is, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I like my job, but it’s a job, not a career. There’s not a specific job I want, a title I’m working for, a career goal I have. I feel bad about that sometimes, that I don’t have more drive, more goals. I just want to be happy doing what I’m doing, regardless of what that is. I don’t want to hate going to work every day. I’ve been there. It sucks. And as much as I may bitch about my job sometimes, I actually like the job, I just don’t like the corporate environment I end up in sometimes. I don’t do office politics well, I simply don’t have the time, energy, or bullshit factor for it.
You know that interview question, “Where do you see yourself in 5 years?” I hate that question. I don’t see myself in 5 years. There’s not a dream or goal I have in mind, a picture in my head about where I want to be. Ideally, I’d like to be on a beach drinking a mojito, independently wealthy without a care in the world, but interviewers don’t want to hear that.
I can’t help but start singing Kasey Chambers’ “Pony” when I say “When I grow up.” Have a listen:
When I grow up I want a pony. When I grow up I want a baby. When I grow up I want a cowboy. When I grow up I’ll be a lady.