Monday, 14 May 2012

To the future...

The questions "what do you want to be when you grow up?", "what are you going to do with your life?" and "where do you see yourself in five years?" are nothing short of terrifying. For a very long time I have avoided answering friends, relatives, teachers and strangers when they ask me any of the above. I eventually reached the point where I was so exasperated and so tired of constantly hearing these dreaded questions at parties, parents evenings or family gatherings that I began saying a very polite yet vague "I'm not sure yet, I have several options and I'm just taking my time to decide". However, occasionally I would utter a much less polite and a far more true response: "I honestly have no idea".


What do you want to be when you grow up?
I have gone through all the usual phases concerning future careers: when I was three I was determined to be an artist, by the time I turned seven I was dead set on being an author, at ten I was researching careers involving world travel, and throughout my teen years I was certain I wanted to be an actor. Now, at eighteen, I'm more sure than ever: I want to be a writer. I want to be paid to write a blog, contribute to a magazine or newspaper, maybe publish a book. I realised this for the first time while I was packing up my bedroom before starting university; I found myself with a whole Ikea storage crate containing only notebooks, all of which were full of short stories, articles, character descriptions, lists, diary entries... I knew this was what I wanted, and it was what I'd wanted all along. Very handy that I'm studying Creative Writing at university then, really.

What are you going to do with your life?
I have a three-page Bucket List consisting of items both simple and challenging, all waiting to be crossed off. The list grows at an alarming rate as I realise all kinds of new and crazy things I have yet to do. These things include: living in Australia for six months or more, getting a tattoo, meeting Joshua Radin, having a Vegas wedding, and being on Strictly Come Dancing. I plan on running away to Australia right after I finish university, and worrying about silly things such as getting a job later on. Ultimately, I'm sure I'll end up married with some adorable children and living in a house with a massive garden, because that's always seemed like a given. From a very young age I was taught that everyone grows up, gets married and has children. That's "normal". I am one of those annoying unoriginal idiots who jokes about growing old in a house full of cats, when really I quite like the idea of being married and having a family one day. After all my crazy adventures, of course.

Where do you see yourself in five years?In five years I will be twenty-three, nearly twenty-four... Nowhere near old enough to be settled and serious. 
I will want to be out of my little hometown by this point, definitely. I like to think I'll be travelling still; maybe working one year and travelling the next, maybe living in some big city spending my days exploring and chasing opportunities, and my nights meeting new people and going a bit mad.


The future is seeming less and less scary by the day. I mean, once you've moved away from home, and started looking after yourself, cooking your own food and deciding your own bedtime, the rest seems simple enough.


Stay tuned for when I will inevitably be proven wrong.

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