I was in the 5th grade when we had a job fair in our cafeteria. While everyone was drawn to the police officer, I stuck with the Chiropractor. Yes, I was intrigued by neuromuscular disorders. Was it because the poor man stood alone at his presentation board or was I truly interested? Only my 5th grade self holds the answer to that question. As the years went on my dream jobs changed from one polar opposite to the other.
The next dream I can clearly remember was to be an artist. Now, at the time I was probably in middle school and didn’t realize I needed some art skills if I were ever to make it in the art world. Two years later I found myself in public high school, after a private catholic middle school, and my need to tell it how it was grew larger. I found myself wanting to be a broadcast journalist, or a news anchor. It seemed fun and flashy and would allow me to argue with people on live TV.
Throughout high school, I struggled at figuring out what it was I was truly good at. I could draw, but not amazingly. I could debate, but only for so long. I turned to what seemed like a good path, money-wise. I had a guidance counselor tell me that “stats show that the year you graduate college, the need for nurses will be at an all time high”. So, I chose nursing. I graduated high school thinking nursing was for me. I went to college expecting to place into the nursing program. Then, I took a few chemistry classes and after a tear-filled night decided I couldn’t do it anymore. I took some time to be by myself. I wanted to figure out what it was that I was truly good at. What were my skills? What made me stand out from other people?
I took an intro to communications class and, yes, you guessed it, fell in love. I found a way to use the skills I already had (writing, analyzing/strategizing, public speaking) and molded it into a major. I ended up transferring colleges and changed my major to communications. Now, I am happily studying PR and have never felt more secure and confident in my choice of future occupation.
It took a very long time to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. From my young self who idolized a chiropractor to my current self, who writes mock news releases and loves every second of it. Needless to say, I am the farthest I ever imagined from my original dream job, but then again, I’ve never been happier.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Futures Past.”