When I was a kid, I knew there was a number of things I wanted to be when I grew up, like when I was in grade school, I knew that I wanted to be a gymnast, then in high school, I made up a list of things in my mind that I wanted to be done at 25. Fast forward a couple of years later at 21, still an undergrad, no job, no degree, and I haven’t checked a single thing on that hypothetical list. I also remember making up a list of things I will never ever do, like dye my hair, drink alcohol, get a tattoo which I have done except for the tattoo because my mom won’t let me have one yet.
Having said that I am nowhere near where I pictured myself to be at 21, I know I am okay because I like what I am currently doing, I’m starting an endevour with the enthusiasm I thought I’ve lost, trying to be social(operative word: TRYING).
I don’t actually know what my goal is anymore and I have no idea what I really want to be but I think I’m good with taking one step at a time slowly but surely.