When I Grow Up . . .
When I was growing up, I always wanted to be an owl. What? Well what else can I say, when you're an owl your choices are kind of limited! But not when you're a human. And some humans never grow up ( you don't really have to, you know ). What do you want to be when you grow up? And that's a question you can answer, or dream about, no matter what your age.
Even though I'm in my mid-twenties, I still make statements that start with "When I Grow Up..." And when I catch myself saying things with this phrase, I giggle thinking about the different jobs that I thought I'd want when I grew up. Let's take a short trip down memory lane to find out what crazy and not so crazy jobs I thought I wanted and how I got where I am today.
Age 8: “When I grow up, I want to be an actress.” Living in a household where The Sound of Music was a go-to movie, I aspired to one day sing, dance, and act like Julie Andrews. And with elaborate plays put on by my elementary school, I was given a taste of being in the spotlight on a stage.
Age 10: “When I grow up, I want to be a news anchor.” After anchoring for our elementary school morning news show for a week, I thought that Katie Couric’s job rocked! I looked up to her and thought that the path of being on TV was exactly what I wanted.
Age 12 or 13: “When I grow up, I want to be an architect.” To be honest, I have no idea what inspired this crazy desire to build houses? Maybe it was the computer game The Sims, but it wasn’t something that lasted.
Age 14: “When I grow up, I want to be a news anchor.” Between the movie, now turned Broadway show, Newsies and studying some history of journalism, I came back to one of my original dreams. Something about being a reporter, on TV, kept pulling at me, so when it came time to apply for school, I chose to go to one of the top journalism schools in the country.
Fast forward to multiple internships, summer jobs, and a degree in journalism, I’m still saying “when I grow up.” I changed my mind halfway through college and decided that being a reporter or news anchor wasn’t what I wanted to be. Simply put? There wasn’t enough writing.
Now when I say those four words, I have to correct myself because I’m actually kind of grown up. And I don’t just want to be a writer when I grow up, I am a writer. I write for my full-time day job, I write in my blog, I write for HooplaHa, I write stories (and am published) in Chicken Soup for the Soul, and I write for no reason at all.
Maybe being 24 with some real life responsibilities could qualify me as grown up, but I think that I’ll still be saying “when I grow up” for a long time because there’s always something new I want to learn or be, even if it’s more outside of the box in the career department, like being an architect.