Isn’t it funny when you look back on old school assignments and see what you wanted to be when you grew up? I know, personally, my aspirations included being an elephant, a Spice Girl, a teacher and a writer. Some of these goals lose their thunder after a while, especially when you discover that, as a human, there is no physical way you can grow up to be an elephant. Others stick with us, like, for me, being a writer.
This is a topic I have been thinking about a lot lately with graduation, gulp, three weeks and counting. I wonder how I went from elephant to Spice Girl to teacher to writer to editor. I tell everyone that I want to be an editor because I used to love correcting my mom’s tests, but after seeing the hostile environment that comes along with teaching, I could never do it.
Then, there are always those people who laughed at your dreams. I am guilty of this whole-heartedly. When my little brother told me he one day wanted to be a fry cook like Spongebob, I told him he needed to get his butt to culinary school. Well, karma struck back on that one, because guess what I do three nights a week for $7 an hour? You guessed it. I’m a fry cook.
You have to wonder though, do recessions take away our “when I grow up” dreams? Does money and power standing intervene on achieving our dreams? Do you really think the CEO of ExxonMobil or one of those lovely Wall Street stockbrokers dreamed of being just that when they were kids? I’ll tell you a secret. I don’t think they did.
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