When I was little I wanted to be a concert pianist. It was an idea I got out of a book, and it held firm as my foremost dream throughout my growing up years. Midway into university, I realized the perfomance-anxiety and emotional self-brutality I was subjecting myself to, and decided I wanted to go into music therapy instead.
After taking Anatomy and Physiology, I declared my love for science and intention to be a doctor. That idea came collasping in almost as quickly as it was built. Then it was a Physician Assistant masters degree I wanted, a notion lasted me a good while. Part of our move to Portland was powered by my desire to attent OHSU. But that is all forgotten now.
There've been other casulaties as well: botanist/horticulturist, which would include owning my own charming little plant store; fertility awareness instructor; counselor; teacher (which I never really wanted to be, but others seem to think I would be good at); even, briefly, a wilderness med tech.
Surely my friends and family are feeling led on and fed up, and honestly... I just don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
1 comment:
I liked this post. I've been the same. In middle school, I wanted to be an architect. I was damn good too. My uncle is a drafter, so he'd give me the tools for the job. But then I couldn't take anymore drafting courses and the love went away. When I started high school, I wanted to be a vet. That faded away when I didn't get the class I needed. And I don't know why I wanted to be a vet. I was in sound engineer/producer in the past so I wanted to go to a music tech school, but too much $$$. Then in college, I went from computer programmer, business, psychologist, counselor, etc. I finally found out that I want to be involved with helping kids. Not so much the teacher thing, but something to do with kids. But like you (I think) I'm still lost.
Post a Comment