I don’t know what I want to be.
I’ve changed my mind so many times.
I kind of wish I was one of those people who just knew what they wanted to be. But there are too many options out there and I can’t just stick to one!
Although, maybe everyone is like that. And the ones who stick to one career are just good at seeing something through to the end and know their passion can create an income for them. (that basically = winning!)
When I was little I wanted to be a hairdresser…
Then a vet (even though I can’t stand blood or needles!?)
Then that changed to a pre-school teacher…(I think I’d go crazy after one day)
Then an author…(would be amazing if only I had a brilliant idea for a book!)
Then a psychologist…
Someone who gets paid to read books…(dream job!)
Then a cake decorator…
Some sort of easy job where you work short hours and get paid lots (if this exists I’d love to know about it!)
I also wanted to be Hilary Duff for about a year straight when I was 13. But that one’s not about to happen anytime soon ;)
So in the mean time while I’m waiting for this epiphany to happen, this bolt of lightening from the career god to strike me down, so I can become one of those single-minded people that I love to hate as they are chugging away on their one track career journey, I’m working as an administration assistant!
And decorating cakes in my spare time, and reading as many books as I can, while owning my gorgeous pet cats and dreaming of the day I buy my mini rabbit, and spending hours talking to my friends about their lives and relationships, enjoying getting my hair done and writing rambling blog posts. (and singing along to old Hilary Duff songs when no one is around) So I guess in a way I already am doing everything I wanted to.
Does this mean I’m grown up?