When I was four, I wanted to play in the WNBA. Never mind the fact that at the time, the WNBA didn’t even exist. I didn’t care. I just knew that the WNBA would exist by the time I grew up. Sure enough, years later, the WNBA played its inaugural season and I got to attend a few games.
However, as I got older, I quickly realized that I loved watching basketball, and enjoyed playing with my cousins, friends, father, but playing organized basketball was an entirely different story. I didn’t even make my middle school basketball team after tryouts and figured out that perhaps I might want to be something else when I grew up.
I then decided I wanted to be a broadcaster, because I loved to talk and write. I grew up watching Katie Couric, Peter Jennings, Brian Williams, Tom Brokaw, amongst other journalists. I then noticed they were often sent into harms way, no matter what, to get a story. So I thought ‘why not be a sportscaster? I’d get paid to talk about sports! What a great gig!’
That lasted til the first day of college, when our school of communications director asked who wanted to be in front of the camera. I quickly hid, shying away from the camera. I think in that moment, I knew being an on-air personality wasn’t for me. When I transferred a semester later, I changed my major. To political science. Then sports management, then sociology. I would change my major two more times before I would finally settle on Communication as a college major.
Ask me if I still decided what I want to be when I grow up.
Yes and no.
For now, I’m focusing my efforts on writing more, and on finding positions that will allow me to do so. I knew I was in trouble (in a good way) when I got in trouble at work. For writing.
I can’t help it.
So if I can find a job that will allow me to write and get paid for it? Sweet!
Still not sure if I want to write when I grow up. But I do know that for now, it’s fun, and I want to do it until I no longer enjoy it.
Not to mention, I don’t wanna grow up. I want to be a toys r us kid. Forever.
So that solves the problem of having to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
Sounds like a plan to me!