How many of us can remember our childhood aspirations for our own futures? How many of us have actually grown up to be astronauts or rock stars or pro baseball players?
Most of my childhood friends were adamant they would grow up to be the next Whitney Houston, and the boys all wanted to be Michael Jordan.
I’m dating myself by saying that, I know, but still.
If you’ve read my previous post about the worst ever career day, you might already know that when I was still young, I was thinking about my future character and considering what kind of person I wanted to grow up to be.
Did I want to be a world-famous pop star? Hell no! Even at nine years old, that looked like a whole lot of trouble and not nearly as much fun as my girlfriends were sure it would be. Continue reading