When I Grow Up...

5.13.2011

You know the perpetual question “where do you see yourself in 10 years”?

I hate that question.

Hate it.

It’s impossible to answer. Life can change in an instant, hour, day or week. Opportunities will arise, and sadly, disappear. Leaps forward will be made and strides in reverse are inevitable. The whole not being able to predict the future thing can really hinder us from knowing where we’ll be in 10 years.

Obviously, we all have hopes and aspirations of what we’d like to be doing in 10 years in that moment that it’s asked and we may even be on that path to achieve it. But inevitably, something changes in our world or in ourselves and our path takes a detour, whether temporarily or permanently. When I was little, I knew that I wanted to be a marine biologist specializing in mammals. Not a nurse or teacher or princess. A marine biologist. I have no idea why, but I was positive that’s what I would do. Then, through the process of growing up and changing, that stopped being what I hoped to do when I grew up and I was positive I’d find a new thing to “be”. Years passed, degrees were earned and life went on.

The problem? I still have no idea what I want to be when I grow up.

Yes, I’m 25 and by all government and society standards, grown. However, true as that may be, I still have the right to say that I don’t know what to do with my life. At least career wise. Hubbs and I have been talking this topic quite a bit, and thankfully, I am not alone in our household as far as being stumped on what to do for the next 40 years or more {eek, that’s a scary thought}.

I love the job I have now. I work with some amazing women and I am learning so many things, both professionally and personally. And I know that these are skills I will carry with me for years to come and I am thankful for it. But finally claiming a career oriented job as opposed to a job that is just a job, presents the task of determining if this is indeed where I see myself in 10 years...

There are many things that I love, but unfortunately, loving something does not necessarily translate into having a career. I am instantly envious of people that say their jobs don't feel like jobs. I realize this is the dream of many and the truth of few, but the feelings of envy and jealousy still can't help but to arise when I hear or read that.

Am I alone in my indecisiveness? Do you know what you want to be when you grow up? Are you where you wanted to be 10 years ago? Or are you one of the blessed and get to do something you love and don't even feel like it's a job? I'm looking for strength in numbers!
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