Thursday, May 25, 2006

As I was driving to work this morning, I saw a bumper sticker that said,

 

Remember what you wanted to be.

 

It made me smile. 

 

What do YOU want to BE when you grow up? If you're a kid, you are always being asked that question, right? By adults, of course. I used to hate that question, and I’m betting you do, too. For one thing, the question implies that you are nothing right now. You will only BE something once you grow up.

 

Let's face it. Adults who don't know what to say to young people use this question as a fall-back conversation starter. I've probably done it myself. But it's a dud. Sure, we all know a kid who decided at age 3 to become a hedge fund manager (whatever that is), who has geared his entire life to making that happen, and who will, in fact, become a hedge fund manager. (That's not a gardener, by the way ... it's some kind of financial investment career which is totally beyond my comprehension. Seems to pay well, though.) But most kids don't know, and I would say can't know what they will BE when they grow up until they get there.

 

When I was a kid, I certainly didn't dream of becoming a senior managing editor at a children's educational publishing company. For one thing, I had no idea such a job existed. When I was in the 5th grade, I must have read a book about King Tut's tomb, because I wanted to become an archaeologist when I grew up. By 7th grade, I turned my sites upward and fell in love with the stars. Aha! I would be an astronomer. When an adult asked me what I wanted to be, that was my answer. By high school, my answer was "a psychologist" or "a sociologist." (I had no idea what a sociologist actually did, but the answer seemed to make everyone happy.) Needless to say, I never came close to becoming an archaeologist, astronomer, psychologist, or sociologist.

 

That doesn't mean you shouldn't think about your future and begin sorting out a plan for your life. But rather than deciding what you want to BE -- (chances are, you will not be the next LeBron James, Lindsay Lohan, or even the next American Idol ... sorry) -- pay close attention to who you ARE. What are your talents? What do you enjoy doing? What comes easily to you?  Do you like tinkering with stuff … taking things apart to see how they work? Do you like organizing events, telling people what to do, and making things happen? In phys. ed, are you the one who’s always in there -- making the shots, hitting the ball, racing around the track -- or are you the one who's faking it on the sidelines and praying that no one notices you? Do you always sell more Girl Scout cookies than anyone else does, or are you too shy to sell any of that wrapping paper for the school fund raiser? (I once got an F in a high school journalism assignment because I was too shy to sell ad space for the school newspaper.)

 

Figure out who you are, what your strong points are, what brings you joy, and build on those things. Wanting is not enough. Practice, take lessons, read books, explore online, and most of all, like the commercial says, just do it.

 

When I was a kid, writing always came easily to me. When other kids groaned at research paper assignments -- well, I groaned too -- but at least I was pretty sure I could ace the thing.  (Unlike, say, math tests.) But I thought a writer could only be one thing -- a book author. I figured that was as likely as discovering King Tut's tomb, so I didn't pursue it. (At least, not until much later.)

 

There's a universe of careers out there that you don't even know about yet, so don't try to narrow your choices. Figure out who you ARE. Who you should BE will reveal itself all in good time.

 

 

 


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Debbie    Posted by
Debbie
on 5/25/2006
10:38 AM
5/25/2006 1:31:05 PM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)
I wish my guidance counselor in HS had sat me down and shared this wisdom with me. It took me years to figure this out. On another but somewhat related note, has anyone read the book "What Color Is Your Parachute?" It took me forever to find it - and when I did, I went "Aha!"
5/25/2006 1:43:45 PM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)
Hedge Fund Manager? What a silly name.

I could never take a hedge fund manager seriously.

Can you imagine when he goes to the barber?

The barber clips the hedge fund manager.
5/25/2006 4:47:10 PM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)
I wanted to be... a lumberjack!
5/25/2006 5:16:08 PM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)
Actually, what I really wanted to be was Peter Pan. Not that Wendy chick. What a wimp.
5/26/2006 8:54:34 AM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)
My high school guidance counselor advised me to become a high school guidance counselor. Then he quit.
5/26/2006 9:40:23 AM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)
The first I remember, I wanted to be a nurse. When I was little, maybe 6 or 7, my Dad would pretend to be sick and have a fever, so I would dash off to get a cool washcloth to place on his forehead. I’d have to freshen up the washcloth with cool water every 10 minutes, so this would keep me busy (and my parents amused) for hours. Later, in high school, my favorite class was anatomy and physiology, but I also had a passion for photography. Soon it was time to pick a college, yikes… how should I know what career path to take?! Nursing, physical therapy, photography, maybe even medical photography…?

Photography won. I loved taking pictures, and working with pictures, but throughout school I wasn’t sure being a full-time professional photographer was the direction I wanted to go. Then a guest speaker came to one of my classes. She spent a few minutes talking about stock photography and photo editing and *DING* I knew that was what I wanted (boy am I glad I didn’t miss that class!). It sounded so interesting, challenging and rewarding- searching through pictures to find just the perfect one for the job.

So here I am, a photo editor. And I love what I do! A funny thing just occurred to me, I guess I combined my top two interests. Photo editing is kind of like nursing – I’m sort of a ‘picture nurse’ for editors and art directors 
5/26/2006 12:03:25 PM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)
It's funny that you posted a picture of a lion tamer. Cuz that's what I wanted to be when I grew up. My father was a lion tamer. God rest his soul.

My doctors told me I shouldn't pursue my family heritage just for revenge. So I became a dolphin trainer. It's not as lame as it sounds.

Oh, who am I kidding? I need to get in the ring with the beasts!!!
6/11/2006 11:35:03 AM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)
I knew early on what I wanted to "be." When I was very young I decided I wanted to be an astronaut, after doing a school project on Sally Ride. Later on I thought that being a veterinarian was my calling. But then I realized that you had to like math and science for both of those careers (which I did not), so I abandoned the ideas.

By the time I was thirteen, I figured it out. My dad was a photographer/computer enthusiast, and my mom was an editor in the publishing industry (I wonder who that could be!) I loved "playing" in Photoshop in my spare time, and when I realized I could play in Photoshop for a living, I considered nothing else. I would blend my dad's art and computer influence with my mom's publishing influence and become a GRAPHIC DESIGNER!

Now I get to play every day, and get paid for it! Everyone should have it this good.
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