"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Do you remember getting that question asked to you all of the time in elementary school? I suppose it's one of the easiest ways to start a conversation with a kid that age. I was never afraid of that question. I had it planned out, apparently. I came across a picture I drew when I was about seven or eight of what I wanted to be when I grew up: a ballerina, a clown, and a babysitter. Talk about ambitious! I wouldn't be able to wear my clown outfit babysitting, though, I'm sure. Ha.
However, the older I got, the scarier that question seemed to get. In middle school and high school, figuring out what you wanted to do with the rest of your life helped determine the classes you took, the grades you needed to get, the test scores you needed to achieve. I somehow settled on radio.
I picked a college and survived freshman year. Sophomore year, I began my radio classes and discovered I was not a huge fan of being a DJ. Thanks to my mother's encouraging wisdom, I completed my degree since there wasn't really much else I was interested in majoring in. Now, I had to actually live that 'What do you want to be when you grow up' moment. I had to start my career.
That word frightens me. Career. Your journey through the professional world. What you will do for the rest of your life. Something you can ruin if you're not in check on a bad day. Something you can change, but not easily and not usually without going back to school. What DO I want to do for the rest of my life?
