dunce_cap_from_loc_3c04163u.pngDuring my K-12 years, I was always given lines about how, “if you put your mind to it, you can do anything,” or, “if you do well in school, the doors will be open for you when you go out into the world.”  In the past few years, though, presumably as I’ve entered “the world” somewhat, those sentiments have been growing more and more hollow.

On one hand, I feel like I really should know what I want to do with my life.  Whenever adults (although I guess I’m an adult now, too) ask me about it, I feel like I want to go hide.  The truth is that I have no idea, and I’m not too proud of that.

And what’s with all the pressure, anyway?  I mean, I hear all the time about people totally changing their careers 3 or 4 times in their lives–did it help them to have an idea about what they wanted to do when they were younger, even though they turned out to be wrong?

Lately, whenever people ask me about my future plans, I’ve taken to giving the non-answer that’s cute when you’re younger: get taller.  For some reason, people don’t think it’s that cute now.  It is kind of true, though.  Whatever I end up doing, I want to learn and grow while I’m doing it.

So there!