What do you want to be when you grow up?
Me? I’m really not sure yet.
I’m hoping my ‘true calling’ <insert dash of sarcasm here> might miraculously come to me around my thirty fifth birthday, which, I may add, is not too far off.
Yes…I am almost thirty five and still cannot pinpoint exactly what it is I want to do.
That’s not to say I do nothing now. I have two kids, and if you’re a parent, you’ll know you can easily fashion two kids into a full-time (and rather exhausting) occupation.
I also work part-time, and it’s nice enough. Helps pay the bills, and is wonderfully family-friendly. But is it what I want to do, really?
Not on your life.
In reality though, most of us don’t end up doing what we really enjoy for a living. We do what we have to do to get ahead. I’ve done that for half my life – and still am – working in (enjoyable enough) jobs that help put a roof over my head. My husband’s been doing the same thing. You do what you have to do..
But soon, a window of opportunity will be opening up, allowing me to reconsider the question of ”what do I want to be”. A question I haven’t really asked myself in earnest since I was a kid.
You see, Mr.4 starts school next year, so it will just be Mr.2 at home. Work-wise, I strategically took a job that omits a long commute and is perfectly workable around school hours. So in a few months, I’ll have a bit of time open up for “other things”.
WOW. Other things? T-i-m-e? It’s almost unthinkable.
And as time is so precious, I don’t want to waste any of it.
Which has led me to the dilemma I’m currently in. I could do more study. I could start a business borne out of an interest. The problem is I have so many things I am interested in, I can’t make up my bloody mind! I’m starting to drive myself (and my husband) insane.
In any case it’s a fortunate position to be in, I’m very aware of that. And so I’m not one to waste it, like some I know during school hours – swanning about getting fake tans, fake nails and their roots re-done before a cafe lunch and home in time to watch Dr Phil and Oprah.
No, it sure as hell won’t come down to that. So it looks like I have some growing up to do, and fast!