Adult Visions

As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grownup (or becoming one), how far off was your idea of adult life?

I fall under the “becoming an adult” category, so I feel infinitely less qualified to answer this question compared to most of the adult population. Regardless, my life has turned out to be quite an interesting manifestation of my childhood hopes and dreams.

Things have a way of working out in my life, albeit long after I stop caring about it. When I was in kindergarten, I liked a boy in my class. He was a little shy, but very sweet. After a while, though, we continued just being friends, and that was the end of that… until my senior year in high school when I went to prom with him. My kindergarten self definitely did not see that one coming. 

Then there was the first dream job. I wanted to be an art teacher. The art teacher at the elementary school was one of my favorite people, and I still think she is responsible for sparking my creative side. My career goals have changed pretty dramatically since then, but I seem to find myself applying or doing all these teaching jobs wherever I go, including a swimming instructor position at the local YMCA, a job offer at an after-school institution, a plan to go to Korea to teach English… I would say I don’t want this to become a trend, but it seems it’s much too late for that.

I’m starting to think I should look for a career in mysticism.

 

(In all seriousness, though, I also wanted to build robots and have a pet dragon, so I’ll leave my deck of tarot cards alone.)

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