It’s my birthday week (yay!) and I stopped to think for a moment today about turning 23.
I asked my dad last week if he’d ever imagined what my sister and I would be like when we grew up when we were kids.
It occurred to me that when I was younger, I never imagined what I’d be like when I was in my twenties. I never stopped to think about what I would like to do, or who I would be as a person.
When you’re a kid, your future is defined by what you want to be when you grow up. It’s the first question adults and teachers and your friends ask you.
The answer from the time we can formulate thoughts to the time we graduate college is very much the same.
It may go from an astronaut to an aerospace engineer, but we learn early on to define our beings, our intentions, by our careers. It defines everything from the toys we choose to play with, the people we choose to hang out with and the colleges we choose to apply for.
I’m about to turn 23 and I’m still struggling with the “what do I want to be when I grow up?” question.