For a lot of people life is a given. Most people know what it is they want to do with their lives. The rest of us just sit and daydream throughout our day wondering what is it we are supposed to do.
For me, I have no clue, I'm a dabbler. My skills have a more arty range but I'm not an expert in any other them. Examples: I started learning the piano at 7 and I took to it really well, like most musical instrument that you set in front of me I pick it up pretty quick. Between the age of 7 and 15 I had learned the piano, cornet, flute, tuba and the drums, all of which I don't play anymore but could if I wanted.
Another example is art, I'm more of a sketcher and like drawing cartoons. In high school this did not go down well with me art teacher, he thought cartoons were a waste of time. Needless to say we got into an argument which resulted in me storming out of his class (never to return) shouting 'do you know who the fuck Walt Disney is?'.
Example number 3 is photography, I love taking pictures and I have millions of them, especially of my dogs. I take pictures everywhere I go (I'm one of those annoying people). I studied photography for 3 years as part of a media course but again I never went any further with it.
My final example is writing and as you can see I'm not very good at it but its something that helps be de-stress and one day I would like to took back at my stories and remember what was going on in my head at the age I am. Girls, have you ever read back through an old diary and thought 'what the fuck was I thinking?', thought so.
I think back to when I was a kid and the teacher used to make you write a story of what you wanted to be one day. I think when I was a kid I wasn't sure then either, I had a multitude of options that went through my tiny head. The first one I remember was I wanted to be a vet because I loved animals, but I couldn't do that now because the thought of stitching an animal up or it dying on my operating table would be kill me.
Option number two I think was a cowboy, I was a kid so I have no explanation. I do have a horse and ride about like a cowboy so I guess I fulfilled that one.
Option 3 was a soldier, I was a crack shot with a gun (not a real one obviously). I could hit any target moving or stationary. I did join the army cadets for a while but it turns out I have huge problem with authority figures that are complete assholes and kept keep myself from confronting them ( I still have this problem today). My natural instinct to stand up for myself and be bold would keep me out of the army.
So here I am, stuck in this job where I am unhappy and never stop complaining about but the people are nice, that's the only thing keeping me here for now. What do I think I want to be now? None of these are related in anyway but here we go....A rally driver sounds good to me, I love to fly about in a fast car. A stand up comedian, but an improve one, my comedy only comes from those who are around me. I've been told I'm a cross between Amy Schumer and Jack Dee, a bit of an odd combo but what can you do. If I got paid to travel I would happily do that too, I love to travel as much as possible to see all the beautiful places that aren't exactly Ireland. Or if a wine tasting job was going.....
How can I know what I want to be when it never actually feels like I have grown up?
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