My little sister is currently looking for a job (and if you live in the Tacoma/Seattle area and have any fabulous leads, please let me know...) Thinking about it this weekend, I realized that those early 20's are the worst possible time to decide on a career path, in my humble opinion. I, for one, had no idea what I wanted to do.
I distinctly remember one conversation I had with my older sister when I was a sophomore in college, and she, a wise college graduate asked me, "What do you really want to do with your life?"
"No, I mean, what's your passion?"
And I, in a fit of honesty, admitted, "I'm not that passionate about anything." I loved being a camp counselor. I was still kicking around the idea of going pre-med (that's right...a little Karen trivia there). I ended up in the field of adoption.
I don't regret any of that.
But when she asked me again the other day, "What do you want to be when you grow up?", I answered without a millisecond of hesitation.
"I want to be a writer."
And then, I stopped and corrected myself. "I am a writer."
But I wouldn't mind being published.