When I was a tot, there was no doubt in my mind I would be a doctor when I grew up. Specifically, a medical examiner.
I was a morbid kid.
In high school, my girlfriends would huddle together around a bonfire and play the “where will everyone be in 10 years” game. I was 16 at the time, and by now I was living in Minnesota, popping out 2-3 ginger kids (my friends specified that my kids would be crazy and unmanageable…I’m still not sure why), and working as a writer. Mind you, this was what my friends had planned for me and not exactly what I had picked out for myself.
By the time college came around, I knew that I had ZERO interest in chemistry, which meant my dream of cutting up corpses was gone. I finally found some interesting psychology classes and threw in an English major for good measure. My dreams were to become a profiler like BD Wong in Law & Order: SVU.
This brings us to right now. I’m not a medical examiner nor am I BD Wong. I realized that my dreams have always been about helping people and getting justice.
Does that mean I will work with cops? Does that means I will work with criminals? Does that mean I will work with victims of crimes? I have no idea, but I’m getting a Masters in Counseling so that someday I might be able to help someone.
In the meantime, I’m living in Cali and I have zero ginger babies. Most likely, my kids will pop out Asian, but that won’t happen for a long time.
Did you ever play the “where will you be in 10 years” game? Are you doing what you always dreamed of doing?
p.s. Thanks for the topic, Bea!