Somehow I've managed to live 32 full years and not yet figure out what I want to be when I grow up. In the last 10 years since I left my mid-western college with a Bachelor's in hand, I've managed to be quite successful at a job that was meant to be temporary. How is it that I still have no idea what I want to do with my life? And yet, I'm living it everyday. A decade has gone by and I'm still waiting for my life to begin. To start. To do something enviable.
I've waited for the future to come to me and it came. It just isn't the right one.