As I approach the ripe young age of 32, being that my birthday is in November, I find that it is only natural to ponder where I am at on my journey through this world. When I was younger, where did I see myself in life at this age? I know I didn’t expect that I’d be where I am- I was POSITIVE when I was in college that by the time I was 25, I would be married to my hunk of a husband, with two children, one boy and one girl (naturally), living in San Diego, making big money as a pharmaceutical sales rep, and driving my BMW. HA!!!!! What on earth was I thinking?! 7 years post that deadline, I can look to the heavens and say THANK YOU for not letting my life take that fateful turn. I was SO not ready for marriage, much less children at age 25, I absolutely cannot see myself wheeling a briefcase into doctor’s offices to sell viagra, and a humble Jeep Wagoneer in Seattle is soooo much more my style than a flashy beemer in San Diego. So, the question begs, what DO I want to do when I grow up? What do I want to be? And am I already too grown up to be asking these questions?


I met a girl the other night. She is an EMT, a server, and a graphic designer. She is close to my age, and as we were talking about our future plans, she told me she still has no idea what she wants to do, and it causes her daily angst as she realizes that time is ticking in terms of her career path destination. But after we went around and around about what it is that we are wanting to achieve and pursue, it started to occur to me…what’s the rush? Isn’t it all about the journey instead of the destination? Why are we constantly putting so much pressure on ourselves to FIGURE IT OUT, and KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO DO, START PLANNING FOR A CAREER IN HIGH SCHOOL. It took me 6 years to get through college. No, not because I couldn’t pass my classes, but because I kept changing my mind about what I wanted my major to be. And is there anything wrong with that? (Except for the tuition; thanks Dad!)