I’m still coming to terms with the fact that what I want to be when I grow up has changed. Like, they just don’t tell you that might happen. They ask you what you want to be when you grow up and if you’re one of the lucky ones, maybe you know and you have an answer.
I thought I was one of the lucky ones.
Turns out there’s no such thing as knowing what you want to be when you grow up. Turns out you just have to figure it out as you go, and keep figuring it out.
When I Grow Up by Jack Prelutsky
When I grow up, I think that I
May pilot rockets through the sky,
Grow orchards full of apple trees,
Or find a way to cure disease.
Perhaps I’ll run for president,
Design a robot, or invent
Unique computerized machines
Or miniature submarines.
When I grow up, I’d like to be
The captain of a ship at sea,
An architect, a clown or cook,
The writer of a famous book.
I just might be the one to teach
A chimpanzee the art of speech…
But what I’ll really be, I’ll bet
I’ve not begun to think of yet.