Do you ever wonder what you’ll be when you grow up? It seems an odd question to be asking when you’re a middle-aged, menopausal woman with an almost grown up family, but it’s a question I ponder almost every day. And with each passing day when I ask myself that question, I berate myself for not having discovered a suitable answer – come one, time is running out and I’ll probably die wondering!
Anyway, I was just over here reading Ms Alderson’s bio – I used to read her columns in the paper many moons ago and have read a couple of her books. Very entertaining! Go and read them if you’re into that genre. Anyway, reading her bio struck me that she knew from a very young age what she wanted to be when she grew up. Not only that, but she went out and became it! So what is it in our psyche that some of us haven’t a clue what to ‘become when we grow up’ while others know from such a young age? I remember during the final year of high school thumbing through the careers booklet we were all given and starting from A for accountant and going right through to Z for zoologist and still not having a clue. Nothing jumped out at me, but I still stumbled into university, completed my degree and fell into jobs as they came up. Maybe that’s just the way it is for the majority of us, that we simply stumble through life and have jobs rather than careers, have our little hobbies along the way, socialise when we can, have families if we want them, and then keel over when our time’s up. If so, why is the urge to know what I should be doing so strong?
Don’t mind me, I’m pondering out loud and simply rambling. I don’t think there’s an answer to my question, I think I’m one of those lost people who wander and wonder throughout their lives. But boy, what lucky ducks those who know their purpose in life and go out there and achieve it!