When I grow up

Remember when you were a kid? When we’re young, there’s no limit as to what we think we can accomplish. A lot of kids dream of being doctors, lawyers, or even the President. My aspirations as a child were nowhere near as exciting.

When I was a kid, I thought the perfect job was to be the guy who made slushees at K-Mart. My logic was pretty solid, because I figured that would mean I’d get all the free slushees that my heart could ever desire. Much to my mother’s approval, I’ve now gone on to dreaming about accomplishing much more in my life. Besides, I can make as many slurpees as I’d like at 7-Eleven. It’s not quite the same, but it’s good enough.

It’s always fun to hear about what kids want to be when they grow up. At a recent family function, my mom asked a few of my little cousins what they wanted to be when they grow up. One of my cousins said that she wants to be a teacher, whereas the other wants to bake cakes.

The common theme seems to be that kids want to find careers that make them happy. Obviously, not everyone grows up to be what they want to be. Although it would be nice, it’s not always likely or realistic. As I’ve gotten older, my career path doesn’t matter as much to me.

Sure, I’d still like to get a job using my journalism degree (whether that’s working in radio or as a writer), but it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I don’t. I’m at the point now that when I ‘grow up,’ I just want to be happy.