when I grow up

Ask your average 3rd grader and they’ll have a ready made response…ask your average college student and they’ll stare at you blankly as tears well up in their eyes and they fight back the urge to kick you in the shin.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

An astronaut, a cowboy, ballerina, teacher, doctor, lawyer, investment banker, missionary, preacher, photographer, actor, lounge singer, scuba diver, international spy…

As my 29th birthday was fast approaching, I realized something: I still don’t know the answer to that question.  But, thankfully, I’ve grown out of the desire to cry and kick people when they ask me.  Somewhere along the way, we make a timeline for ourselves.  I thought that by 25 I’d be married, thinking of children and well on my way to my desired career path.  Now I’m 29 (holy cow…I’m TWENTY NINE!) and only one of those things has been checked off the grand To-Do list of my life.  And strangely, that’s an okay place to be.

So, maybe I can’t tell you what I want to be when I grow up, but I CAN tell you this:  I do not want to be a stock supervisor, store manager, courier, receptionist or office manager.  And since I’m no longer any of those things, I find myself both terrified and excited at the prospect of finding a new job…even better, a career.  The things I’ve loved doing in each of my past jobs were the things that were extra, not the things in my job description.  At the Gap, I loved dressing the mannequins; at Hallmark, I loved arranging displays; at the law firm, it was decorating for Christmas.  It’s the creative aspects that I got to include in each of my past jobs that I really enjoyed.  Whether it’s arranging words on a page, designing fliers and invitations, ripping out the bathroom floor only to build a new one, or arranging displays of knick-knacks, I’m happiest when my creative side can play.   

When I grow up, I want to create :)

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