Can you remember what you wanted to be when you grew up? Your first dream of what you wanted to be? A lot of children want to be doctors, veterinarians and teachers. Astronauts, sports stars or the president.
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
Seniors are encouraged to know what they want to study when they graduate and enter college. They are supposed to know what they want to be when they grow up. I feel sorry for those who don’t know because this gives them a sense of failure. Not everyone knows at 18 years of age what they want to be when they grow up.
I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up, other than I knew I wanted to write. I started out in advertising. The business math deterred me from that career choice. Real fast. Journalism major, here I came. Words. No math. That has always been my motto.
My youngest, when she was three, decided she wanted to be a tiger. Not just any tiger—but a “daddy tiger”. We bought her all sorts of tiger and tiger-striped ‘any things’ that we could find. We fed her dream. (Although, I do remember telling her she most likely wouldn’t become a tiger and especially not a “daddy tiger”!) Now she is 24 years old and has a master’s in childhood development. They didn’t offer master’s degrees in tigers. I always thought she might become a zoologist. (Now she tames children, not tigers!)
“For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.”
― John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things
Most don’t end up doing what they thought they would when they grew up. And that’s ok. When we are children, we play, we dream, we pretend.
I always admired people who knew what they wanted to be. I know a man who knew he would be a doctor. He is a doctor. Sadly, there are those that wander and never know what they want to be. I am definite proof that you can be what you want to be when you grow up, starting at any age. So, there is always hope. Dream and dream big.
I always wanted to write. It is a blessing every day that I get to do just that. My husband blesses me with loving support for my writing and doesn’t mind that I sometimes write at crazy hours. He doesn’t mind that some days, when he comes home from work, I have written all day and forgot to plan dinner. He loves me and knows writing makes me happy and sometimes life stops because of that passion.
It took me years to find the words. I am thankful I have them now. When I am writing, I feel like a child who is pretending. And that makes me happy.
I think it is important, as adults to keep up a small amount of childish behavior. Go play. No matter what playing may be to you.
Remember pretending as a child?
Pretend now. Pretend you are a bicyclist in a race. Pretend you are an explorer and go for a hike. Pretend you are a wildlife photographer and take pictures of flowers, or bugs. Or dogs. Just go play. Go pretend.
“It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.” ― Tom Robbins, Still Life with WoodpeckerIt's never too late to have a happy childhood.” ― Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker #dedradaviswrites Click To Tweet
Find your passion and do it. Think about what you wanted to do as an adult, when you grew up. It’s never too late.
“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
Don’t leave your childhood behind. Go play.
I hope for you some playing today. Some childlike activity that brings laughter. Both inside and right out loud!
love and blessings~dd