Friday, July 26, 2013
The question that I remember as probably the dumbest question an adult could ask was, " What do you want to be when you grow up?" When I first had to field this question I had not even gotten my head around the concept of "growing up". I was still struggling with the notion of simply existing. But like most kids, I wanted to please the adults in my life, so I would hem and haw for a a time and if they did not offer a suggestion I could jump on board with, I would say something like, a cowboy, a jet pilot, and sometimes an Indian At the age of say 6, what I wanted to be depended on what I was into that week.
I never did find anything I wanted to be when I grew up. Oh sure I flirted with this or that career choice in my mind, but when it came to doing something about it, I just fell back on my struggle to simply exist. My road to where I am now was not a clean, straight run. I followed butterflies. Not one career, but several mini ones were used to pay my way. Not one of them though did I ever feel was a true calling. When I became tired of one butterfly, I would find another.
My road wandered aimlessly with no destination in sight. There was always another butterfly around the next corner and there always will be.