"When I grow up..."
Do you remember when you were younger and the nosy-but-well-meaning-relatives would ask you "What do you want to be when you grow up?", and you would reply with 100% certainty "When I grow up I want to be an astranaut!"
As a child, every parents told you that "You can be anything you want to be! Don't let anyone else tell you different!". But did they really mean that? Following your dreams takes a lot of work that I don't see many parents helping you with. Everyone, I believe with work and planning can be whatever they want to be. But, it takes time. It should start at a really young age. You can't just up and decide to be an astronaut! right now. You need a lot of background and training. Astronauts have to pass certain physical tests as well. Everything relies on you having planned to do this for years.
But what happens to the children who don't know what they want to be? Or, like me, had too many ideas? From the ages 5 to 9 years old, I changed my future profession as often as you have to change a baby's diaper. I wanted to be a backup dancer, astronomer, singer, ballerina, hair stylist (really), journalist, and author among many other professions that have no relation to the other.
The worst part? I'm still like that. From 10 to about 17 I wanted to be an artist. But then suddenly, my parents would change their minds and say "You need a backup job just in case!" and I begin to doubt everything I had believed to be true since birth. Could I really do this? Can I be successful? Then I went back to my flip flopping life. I wanted to be a nurse, maybe a journalist, maybe I should take vocal lessons? What am I doing now? I'm in college with a major in accounting and a minor in psychology.
How do I feel? Is this what I want? Honestly I don't know. I feel like a silent entrepreneur that wants to stick her fingers into every profession. I don't know what I want. I feel like a victim to my creativity and drive. When I want something I do it, nothing can stop me. But now, I don't know what I want.
So what happened to all the children that wanted to be astronauts? Who actually became what and who they wanted when they were 6 years old?
All I can think to do now is to just pursue everything. Leave no door unopened, find opportunity at every corner. Its time to embrace the cheesy cliche's and if that door closes, open that damn window.
Who's to say, dreams still cant come true, even if you don't know what they are yet?
As a child, every parents told you that "You can be anything you want to be! Don't let anyone else tell you different!". But did they really mean that? Following your dreams takes a lot of work that I don't see many parents helping you with. Everyone, I believe with work and planning can be whatever they want to be. But, it takes time. It should start at a really young age. You can't just up and decide to be an astronaut! right now. You need a lot of background and training. Astronauts have to pass certain physical tests as well. Everything relies on you having planned to do this for years.
But what happens to the children who don't know what they want to be? Or, like me, had too many ideas? From the ages 5 to 9 years old, I changed my future profession as often as you have to change a baby's diaper. I wanted to be a backup dancer, astronomer, singer, ballerina, hair stylist (really), journalist, and author among many other professions that have no relation to the other.
The worst part? I'm still like that. From 10 to about 17 I wanted to be an artist. But then suddenly, my parents would change their minds and say "You need a backup job just in case!" and I begin to doubt everything I had believed to be true since birth. Could I really do this? Can I be successful? Then I went back to my flip flopping life. I wanted to be a nurse, maybe a journalist, maybe I should take vocal lessons? What am I doing now? I'm in college with a major in accounting and a minor in psychology.
How do I feel? Is this what I want? Honestly I don't know. I feel like a silent entrepreneur that wants to stick her fingers into every profession. I don't know what I want. I feel like a victim to my creativity and drive. When I want something I do it, nothing can stop me. But now, I don't know what I want.
So what happened to all the children that wanted to be astronauts? Who actually became what and who they wanted when they were 6 years old?
All I can think to do now is to just pursue everything. Leave no door unopened, find opportunity at every corner. Its time to embrace the cheesy cliche's and if that door closes, open that damn window.
Who's to say, dreams still cant come true, even if you don't know what they are yet?