Wednesday, May 22, 2013

When I Grow Up (more)

My dad told me that the problem with today was that we had too many options.  We could be anything nowadays and that made it hard to choose.  Where as in past generations people grew up with an idea, an inkling of what they were going to do for the rest of their life.  Its good and bad.  Good to have choices, bad for those like me who can see happiness in many paths.  And who worry too much about not being able to do everything!

Lately Ive been pondering what I want to do when I grow up.  Which is a little silly since I feel "grown up".  And by age standards, I kind of am.  Although, I have yet to find what I really want to do.

My schooling is in marketing and management but after have a brush with supervisor experience, I am finding that I do not enjoy it so much.  At least not in the traditional sense.  And marketing, while important, naturally, seems too invasive.  Ive learned all these techniques to make someone want to buy what you have to offer and it seems too inorganic, too forced.  And not creative enough to satisfy this hungry drive of mine - of wanting to do something with my own hands.  My own hands!  

Let's bake and open up a bakery, we'll call it something incredibly clever and indie-ish.  Or let's photograph!  Weddings would be nice and I am good at taking pictures.  Or maybe I can sit at my sewing machine and whip up some maxi skirts and bags and design some jewelry and go that route - design.  And I realize that it is not that simple, to just decide.  But it could be, couldn't it?  

But then there is the expected.  The safe job, the traditional one.  Easier to get, easier to maintain, not nearly as satisfying.  To me, of course.  So this feels like a heart vs. mind thing.  Oh the decisions!

So Im here, pondering things but I want to know, what do you want to be/are you?  Wish you were? Plan to be?  


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  2. My goal is to be a teacher, but my ultimate goal is to be a mother. I wrote a post on that the other day. I feel your pain of not knowing though. My boyfriend just got dropped from his EMT class. There really isn't knows what to do next.

    1. I think that I would love to be a teacher! I've considered that too. No worries though, I hope that everything works out for your boyfriend! And you as well, of course.

  3. So funny everyone is writing teacher. I am a teacher and I think I would like to be something else. Maybe its bc I've been one for 10 years! It's not as easy as it looks sometimes! :)