At what point are we so grown up that this question becomes irrelevant? Sometimes I wish someone would ask me again. Or that I could go back to that time when anything seemed possible. Because I had lots of answers back then. Or maybe I just wish I could be like those people who’ve always known exactly what they’ve wanted to do. Either way, I’ll tell you this, I certainly never imagined I’d end up as a technical writer/web developer.

Originally I wanted to be an archeologist. Ahh, the mystery of my love for all three the first two The Mummy movies solved! But seriously? Indiana Jones is to thank for this career choice. Hell, he even gets credit for my love of history. However, with archaeology comes dirt and bugs. I could probably deal with the dirt part, but the bugs? Yeah, no thanks. (Bugs! Why’d it have to be bugs?!) I’ll leave the crawling around sifting through mounds of dirt to people who aren’t quite as entomophobic as I.

Then came the stars. How much cooler would I be if I were an astronomer? Infinitely. Alas… Actually, I don’t really know why I let this one go. My fascination with the black space around us and all it holds is just as strong today as it was twenty years ago. Maybe it was a couple of bad math years? I was totally obsessed with science as a kid but not so great at the math part. Add a couple of ineffectual math teachers to that and I gave up hope on any profession that involved doing anything mathematically. I did take an Astronomy class in college, though! Loved it. If only Orlando had a better selection of planetariums.

And I’m sure it won’t surprise many of you to hear I had an omnipresent desire to be a book editor. Oh, I bet you thought I was going to say writer, huh? But I didn’t think I’d cut it as a writer. You know how writers always say they cannot not write? I’ve never felt that way so I’ve never felt right calling myself a writer. If I’m driven to do anything, it’s to create not write. But I knew I wanted to be a part of bringing a book to life so I figured that left me in the editing chair. Of course my elaborate dreams of being an editor mostly consisted of imagining how I’d decorate my office with framed quotes. Ha. To this day I find cut out quotes shoved into folders and journals. Most of which can now be found tacked to a bulletin board in my current office. At least one portion of my editor dream survived?

There’re more. Too many really. Does every kid dream about being a veterinarian? Or is that just my family? Every one of my nieces have cycled through that stage at least once. What about a teacher? My friend’s daughter loves to play Teacher and Student. And she’s MEAN! But having a teacher for a mother and enlisting my help in grading homework and tests for her killed that desire quickly. Turns out I don’t care for the actual work a teacher has to do.

The thing is… I’m still searching. What I wouldn’t give to have one thing I knew I could do well. I envy those who have that. If only I had gotten into event planning before it became the “in” thing to do. Or any of the other things I’ve flirted with over the years. Not that I don’t enjoy what I do, I’m just not as passionate about it anymore. It goes back to that drive to create. There’s not a lot of creation going on in my job right now so I have to seek it out elsewhere. It’s why I enjoy making my cakes so much. Or why I’ve got so many blogs that they’re getting hard to juggle. But these are just temporary solutions to a problem that’s not going to get better until I finally figure out what I want to be when I grow up.

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