I was talking to my dear friend Gwendlyn last night, and she mentioned how she’s been trying to figure out what she wants to be when she grows up. We then chatted about how that can be an overwhelming topic, and can often lead to depression and a sense of feeling lost.
And then it hit me like lightning: if we haven’t figured out what we want to be when we grow up, then we’re not grown up. We still have time!
Thank goodness. For a while there, I was worried.