I (Don’t) Want to Be….

From the time we are very young until the time we are about 18 and are supposed to have finally “figured it out,” we are asked one consistent question: What do you want to be or do when you grow up?

We are always expected to have an answer at the ready.

From little boys, it is often heard: policeman, fireman, or some sort of professional sports player. From little girls we may hear: teacher, nurse, and homemaker/parent. Of course, now gender roles have blurred wonderfully so that both may be any of the above in addition to doctors, lawyers, writers, artists, and business-people. Whatever our dream may be, we are expected to have one and to pursue it.

I can tell you that as I grew up my answer went from mom to businesswoman to author to writer/editor to…some combination of each of these responses.

The last thing anyone expects is for our response to be that we don’t know what we want to do or be or, even more, to hear a laundry list of things we don’t want to do or be like Lloyd Dobbler offers his girlfriend’s father in Say Anything.

Like Mr. James Court and his friends did, the people who ask us this question look around at one another in a way that says, “Oh dear, this one is lost isn’t he? Will he ever find his way?”

The answer to both questions is yes. Yes, we may not know our direct life path from the age of 5 to the age we achieve this or that goal. However, that does not mean that we won’t find our way. And who’s to say that an answer like Lloyd’s isn’t perfectly acceptable? At the very least, it’s an honest answer to a largely generic question tossed out to fill the void of conversation when different generations or age groups are put together in one room. Would you rather a generic answer, chosen arbitrarily just to satisfy your minimal curiosity or would you rather have the truth and possibly a more stimulating conversation than a stock Q&A session? Is it not better to pursue something we want, even if we don’t know exactly what it is yet, and be happy along the journey to discovering it than to pursue something we don’t want (or that someone else wants for us) with a single-minded focus and be miserable?

Part of finding our path in life is figuring out what we don’t want to do or be, to narrow our focus, to eliminate the undesirable possibilities that don’t fit our personalities or skillsets. So why does it seem as though there is so little value attributed to this process? Is it not good and valuable to know ourselves well enough to know what will work for us or not, what we will be successful at or not? It seems to me that knowing ourselves this intimately, even if it takes a long time to find our way, will save us a considerable amount of detours, missteps, and false starts – not to mention a lot of stress and frustration.

What very few people tell us as we grow up and come to the point where we do have to start thinking about our futures more seriously and with more definitive goals is that 1) it’s okay to not know exactly what we want to do for the rest of our lives; 2) even if we have an idea of what we want, we may change our minds as we are exposed to new experiences; and 3) it’s okay to change our minds. Going through this process makes us more self-aware, more in tune with who we are, what we need, what our strengths and weaknesses are and so on. These are also all things that we are expected to know and have at the ready as we enter adulthood – just ask anyone who has ever been in an interview and been asked to list three strengths and three weaknesses and how they will make us perfect for the X, Y or Z job.

Yet, if we have spend our formative years pursuing a “dream” that isn’t our own or that is just a haphazard choice because we might, maybe, sort of be good at Math and we want to make money so we should obviously pursue a career as an accountant, will we really be doing ourselves or those around us any favors? I think not. In this instance, if we take the time to analyze what we like, what we are good at, what we are passionate about and set aside what everyone else says, we may find that we really want to be a biomedical engineer or an architect – both of which are great jobs that contribute to the world and make a decent salary.

Heck, if I had listened to the amount of people who told me that I was going to be poor and scraping by paycheck to paycheck because I chose to be an English major in college or because I was honest and said I wanted to write (even if that meant I had to work multiple jobs or work in a position unrelated to my degree and write on the side just to get by), I may have been working somewhere in a completely different field (hating it or liking it, depending what it was) or maybe I would have ended up in the same position I am from a different angle. Who knows? But I can guarantee you that I have been happier with my choices, my life path, my jobs, and myself listening to and knowing myself than I ever would have been if I had listened to all those naysayers.

Plus, if those people were honest, they’d tell us they didn’t know what they wanted to be or do at the age of 18, 22, or 35 anymore than we did, do, or will at the same ages.

Baz Luhrman said it perfectly in the Sunscreen Speech, “Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.”

As always, if all else fails, my advice is to always follow your arrow.

You Follow Your Arrow, and I’ll Follow Mine.

ImageMy sister sent me this article a while back that she’d happened upon and reminded her of me. She apologized for if she had ever made me feel this way. I read the article, and it hit just a bit too close to home. I had a choice to make. I could be honest. Or I could sugarcoat things, make it seem like hearing those questions and being forced to answer them hadn’t made me feel the exact way Amanda felt.

I chose honesty.

I told her, yes, she had, but I knew she didn’t do it knowingly or out of malice…and that she wasn’t the only one. Scores of people made me feel that extreme sense of failure and inadequacy – friends, family, colleagues, relative strangers, people I passed on the street without a word.

How could all these people make me feel like the pavement they ground under their feet, you ask? Well, listen to the song “Follow Your Arrow” by Kacey Musgraves, and you’ll understand. But in my own words… By breathing. By having a good job or one that makes them happy and they enjoy – or worse, both. By having someone to share their life with. By getting engaged, getting married, and having kids. By getting a house or a shitty apartment they loved because it was theirs and a dog. Damn it, for having everything I wanted, didn’t have, and couldn’t get on my own.

That was the worst of it. Having to put myself out there over and over again, yet having to depend on someone else’s mood, whim, or feelings to make my dreams come true. Oh, it burned my butt to face that fact.

I was miserable, bitter, depressed, resentful, and jealous of pretty much everyone around me. I tried to mask it or hide it the best I could, but as those who know me or have met me can attest, I have no poker face. Since I couldn’t hide all, if any, of my feelings, I withdrew.

I minimized the time I spent with friends and family who were happy and had the things in life I cherished most. Don’t get me wrong; I was deeply and genuinely happy for them to have so much to fill their lives, people and things that only add to their happiness and joy – at least to my eyes. I loved them and I celebrated their successes and accomplishments, their engagements and their weddings and their babies…and then I went home and cried and threw myself a nice big pity party.

It was pathetic and unattractive. I knew it and I hated it, but I couldn’t seem to help the way I felt every time someone asked me: What are you doing now? Do you have a boyfriend? Have you moved out yet? Oh, so what do you want to do with your life?

I was single, unmarried, living with my parents, didn’t have a career, and the future was bleak and blurry. I had no idea what I wanted to do.

Well, folks, not a whole lot has changed about that, except my attitude. I had a boyfriend and thought things were lining up to give me my happily ever after – I still think they were, only not in the way I’d been expecting. We broke up, and I had to take a good, hard look at what I was doing, how I felt and why. I was devastated to see my life’s dream seem to slip just a little further away, that is, until one day something clicked.

A door closed on bitterness and sadness, and a window opened to a breath of fresh air. I was free. I could do almost anything I wanted (within the confines of the law, of course) and the only things holding me back were me and my attitude.

So, I stood up for myself. I stopped throwing myself first class pity parties. I made the effort to surround myself with happy people and let some of their happiness rub off on me. I started thinking more positively and making plans to do and see and accomplish things that mattered to me. I realized that this was the last time in my life I would have the time, the means (as long as I worked hard and saved strategically), and the opportunity to go and do and see and just be while only really having to do so for one instead of for two or for a family.

It was time to explore, to discover, to take risks – personally, professionally, and romantically, if I so chose.

Once this mindset was adopted, I was much happier and much more content with my life and with myself. I may not have my dream job, but I’ve made steps in the right direction. I may still be single and unmarried, but I’m enjoying it until someone’s path crosses and joins mine. I may not have a family of my own yet, but I know it will come in due time.

Do I enjoy all of this everyday? Um, no. I just cried the other day to my mom about how these things get to me and make me a deep shade of blue, but – and it’s an important but – my days of happiness and contentment in my current situation far outweigh the darker days.

So before you say, “You better get on it!” or “tick tock” or imply that I’m not where I’m “supposed” to be in life – bite your tongue. I’m finding my way just as you struggled to find yours. I won’t judge you for your life path; so please, don’t judge me for mine. I will find my way, but I can guarantee ours won’t be the same, nor are they meant to be. You follow your arrow, and I’ll follow mine.