Or more fully – “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
The proverbial question that we all remember being asked countless times while growing up. Some of us still get asked this question by our wives.
Here is a comment a young friend of mine has on her Facebook:
I am a 17 year old girl who had no idea what she’s going to do with her life. I have no confidence that I’ll ever really know, but I have to make a decision soon.
And a response from one of my peers:
“I have no confidence that I’ll ever really know”…if it helps…I STILL don’t know what I’m going to do when I grow up. :O)
Here’s a personal meme:
- What did you want to be when you grew up?
I wanted to be a Carpenter and actually did that as a trade on and off for years.
Of course, I’ve also been in the Army, worked for a temp agency, drove tractor trailers and for a short time pulled data cable. - Do you know now what you want to be?
At the moment I find myself playing the role of a Lotus Notes application developer. This has been the first “career” (not just a job) that I’ve ever had, and I’ve been doing it know for almost 9 years. I find it to be the most personally and financially satisfying job that I’ve ever had, and I hope to continue in this area until I retire. - Are you where you thought you’d be?
As far as occupation goes, not at all. As far as life in general, I think I’ve hit just about every goal I ever set my dreams on. I have a loving wife, 2 healthy and sometimes wonderful kids (hey their teenagers) a decent house in a nice neighborhood. My wife and I are financially stable. I continue to grow closer to God and belong to a church that knows what it means to be the body of Christ. So while I may not be exactly where I thought I’d be, I’m certainly happy with where I find myself.
I’m thankful that at this stage of my life I can worry more about what God wants me to do, where I’m at, than if I’m where He wants me to be.
I sang this song to my dad earlier in the week: I don’t want to grow up, I’m a Toys-R-Us kid. so many toys that I can play with…
well, seriously, though, I want to be a physical therapist. I’m in school for it right now, and I’m loving it. I even love the parts I hate. I find complete satisfaction in it because I know that I am directly in the center of God’s will for my life at this time.
But when I was younger I wanted to be a ballerina. I was a ballerina. It wasn’t fulfilling. It wasn’t that I was disobeying God, but I think God was setting me up for something even better.
As a ballerina, living with other ballerinas, and living the life, I was exactly where I thought I’d always be. And now I’m not there…and it’s better!