What do you want to be when you grow up? If children had a nickel for every time they were asked this question, there would be no reason to have an answer. As a child, I wanted to be a teacher. The next year a lawyer. In my teenage years, my answer would have been “a realtor” (which I did do but only for a short time since you don’t start off actually making money).
Since I’ve been a grownup an adult, I sometimes feel as if I’m still looking for that perfect career. Don’t get me wrong. I work. I do actually have a legitimate career. After completing 4 years of totally pointless (well, maybe I did learn one or two helpful things) business school and having two years of a fairly unsuccessful real estate career, I went back to school. The second time around, I got a nursing degree.
Now understand me here people, I am happy with my job. I’m grateful for it even! I get to be a huge influence in people’s lives. I see people come into this world and I see people leave this world. I have been touched by some of the sweetest people I have ever met and I have been cursed at by some of the worst people I have ever met. I have one of the most stressful jobs but I consider myself pretty good at it.
And yet here I am. Jealous of others. Jealous of those who travel for a living. Did you know such a thing existed? I knew it to some degree but there are seriously folks out there who have quit their jobs and are now traveling the world (some by themselves and some with their spouse and kiddos).