Why What You Want To Be When You Grow Up Is 99% Unhelpful In Ever Actually Deciding
When we’re little, for some reason the grown ups decide it’s a good idea to ask ‘And what do you want to be when you grow up?’. If we could go back, I guarantee most of us would reply ‘I don’t know. I will probably never know. If I ever manage to figure it out, you’ll be the first to know. Now please go away.’
I don’t know about you but unfortunately I was not quite that sassy as a child (that I grew into). Instead I decided right there, on the spot, that I would like a career as an Olympic Hurdler. For a short time I was dedicated. I obtained two different (quite serious) hurdling related injuries before realising that perhaps it was not meant to be.
Since then I have dreamt of becoming a vet, a famous singer, a visual artist and a writer. Now? Well my current dream is to become a fashion blogger, since they seem to get paid a whole lot for doing not a whole lot other than living their fabulous lives and having very patient husbands.
I decided not to become a vet after realising that I liked healthy animals and not having to cut them open to fix them. I never became a famous singer because who does that really happen for? I do however sing professionally which I generally consider a win on that front. I almost studied visual arts and actually applied. My parents then suggested that if I ever wanted to make any money, then perhaps it was not the most viable career path (thanks Mum and Dad).
You might have guessed by now that I did eventually end up studying writing. Most people in my course wanted to write the Great Australian Novel or were simply forced into it on their way to becoming a serious journalist. I wanted to do neither of those things. I had no idea what I wanted.
I was quite certain on graduation day that I would not end up doing anything which utilised the skills I had spent the last three years developing - I certainly would not be using my knowledge on creating an effective brochure, that’s for sure.
I definitely did not think I would be part of launching and curating the BNKR Blog and social media/online marketing manager for two of Australian Fashion Labels' leading brands. The blogger thing, well I'm still working on that (#notreally).
As an official adult now, I can see our parents, aunties, uncles and grandparents were really only trying to spark our ambition to get us to grow into driven, successful humans. Am I in my dream job now? No. But I’m honestly so glad. I would have made the worst Olympic Hurdler and a really bad famous person. But guys seriously, next time you ask a five-year-old what they want to be when they grow up, consider what might actually happen if they follow their childhood dream of becoming the Guinness World Record holder for eating the most hotdogs in sixty seconds.
Words: Stephanie Dugan