Reverb 12 | Prompt 28 | All Grown Up

#reverb12 is a prompt-a-day series for the month of December that is meant to give us all the chance to reflect on 2012 and the opportunity to write down our hopes and dreams for the coming year. Through December 31st Meredith, Sarah and I will be posting each day with a new prompt. Join us by writing, or join us by reading. No matter what you choose, come with us.

All grown up.  What did you want to be when you grew up?  Are you that thing?  If not, are you working to become it, or have you chosen a completely different path?

When I was really little, I wanted to be a horseback rider.  At some point, though we had never been to Sea World, I dabbled with the idea of becoming a killer whale trainer.  And finally there was the totally irrational dalliance with becoming an oncologist which made no sense whatsoever because I am terrible at math and am thus hamstrung in all chemistry classes.

In my senior year of high school, I took a full year of Journalism classes. At which point I realized that I was really down with exercising my first amendment rights, writing and working with people.

Ah ha!  Epiphany!

To make an extremely long story short, I got accepted into the school of journalism at the University of Minnesota.  I got hired at The Minnesota Daily (the campus paper) as a receptionist three days before freshman year started.

By the end of freshman year I had ended up in the paper’s HR department (it’s the largest student run paper in the country, so there were actually enough people to necessitate one), changed my focus from print journalism to public relations and added another degree in Human Resources Development (at the U Journalism is a B.A., Human Resources Development is a B.S.).

Because, you know, life always travels in a straight line.

So, here I am, seven-ish years down the line working in HR and not for a paper.

I enjoy working with people, I write recreationally (hello, there).

It all comes together.

My parents have always said that money is a tool.  My job allows me to build the life that I want to live.

I’m extremely lucky (and very grateful) to be employed by people who are willing to let me fit my work into my life instead of fitting my life into my work.  I keep on waiting for the other shoe to drop, and it doesn’t.

So I work harder.

I have a husband that I love, we own a home that I want to live in.

I am surrounded by darling friends, never far from family.

There are no obstacles between me and world travel.

I can run, I can cook, I can bake.

In a lot of ways being a grown-up looks exactly like what I thought it would when I was little.

In a lot of ways I have been blessed with more.

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2 responses to “Reverb 12 | Prompt 28 | All Grown Up

  1. I remember sitting with on her apartment terrace in Seattle about 10 years ago, sipping wine and saying that we wondered what we’d be when we “grew up.” This was a couple of years after college. At that moment, I knew that we’d probably meet again in the next 10 years and say the same thing. 😉

    When I was really little, I wanted to be a teacher sooooo badly. Starting with kindergarten, I wanted to be a teacher of each grade that I progressed to… Until… High School. For some reason, I knew it wasn’t about teaching anymore. That I wouldn’t get the joy out of behavioral mgmt.

    When I started doing wine tastings, I learned that I was fulfilling a need… Teaching people who *wanted* to learn about something. However, my full-time profession is actually rewarding not because of the job itself, but because of the people and the flexibility of vacation allowing me to travel!

    So, I agree… Sometimes it’s not the job itself, but the circumstances that are most fulfilling…

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