“What do you want to be when you grow up?” This question is frequently asked through childhood until graduation from college. Then it becomes “What do you plan on doing with your degree?” I hate this question. I fear this question every time I am asked. And to this day, I can’t answer this question. I am most afraid of never being able to answer this question. I have no idea what I want to be when I grown up. My father is 55 and still doesn’t know what he wants to be when he grows up.
The funny thing about this fear and it’s importance is that I don’t ever need to pinpoint what I want to “be” or “do” in life. I have always had many different interests. I can see myself doing many different things in my life and having great stories to tell my future kids and grand kids about. My role as far as what I want to be isn’t defined by the job I hold or the money I make. It’s defined by who I am as a person. I am a wife, daughter, sister and friend. These are all roles I play every single day.
Who knows what I will be doing 10 years from now. But do I need to? I have goals and aspirations…that should be enough.
So for now I stomach this question each time it is asked of me:
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“I don’t know. I’m not a grown up yet.”