It’s going to be a school year where I’ll ask myself ‘what
do I want to be when I grow up?’ And I’m
going to ask it a lot. {I just have this
feeling…}
It will probably come up on here as a topic of
conversation. If I’m being truthful it
will be me, writing, sifting through thoughts.
Not a conversation, but a monologue.
It’s going to look like blurting out the mess of ideas that go through
my head. It’s going to be hard. And I think that putting it into writing is going
to be a challenge. I think it will be a
challenge to share my ideas in a way that makes sense to others. I think it will be a challenge to realize the
amount of limitations that I put on myself. And it will be a challenge to not
feel like I’m failing…all the time.
This year will be the last year of college for me. At least for while. I need a break from school. I love learning, but I’m not keen on the testing
idea. I’m excited to be done with the
institution of learning {at least for now} and take some lessons from life. {
Life, you are a rough teacher and having you on top of assigned papers and
reading has been brutal at times.} I’m excited
to learn in a more unconventional way.
I didn’t pick a major that led into a defined
profession. I wanted options to choose
and discover more about myself. I’m glad
I did. Now those options are still
there. Yes, a few have been thrown out,
{but more came to the surface, which a whole different story} but still there
are many options that remain. This
leaving options open method has led me to outside questions.
I don’t like not knowing the answer to the questions, ‘So
what’s next for you?’
‘What do you plan to do when you graduate?’
‘What do you want to do?’
‘And what are you planning to do with that degree?’
Because I don’t know. I want to know, and if I did know, I
would probably tell you. But, I don’t
know. And no matter how many times I say
it, it doesn’t morph into an answer. Not
an answer that is satisfactory to me.
Here’s what I do know.
When I grow up…
I want to be kind and
love well. I want to help others and live
passionately. I want to be a friend that
listens and helps picks up the pieces of this messy life. I want to give grace and lots of hugs. I want to be an encourager and a hospitable
hostess to everyone. I want to be a safe
place and a person who breaks down limitations by being bold and
courageous. And as much as the humanness
in me strives for perfection, I don’t want to be perfect. I want to be the best
me that God has created.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
{I’m exploring options, and I need some more ideas!}