Childhood Ambition

Good evening,

I realize that many of my recent blogs have been about my life and the path I may or may not be taking. I also realize that the probability of you caring about the pathways of my life are slim to none. But I will continue to write about them because, afterall, what are blogs for if not to voice certain toughts and frustrations about the pathways of ones life :)

Tonight, I find myself remembering the innocence of childhood ambition. Let's be honest, I am only 23 years old and by no means does being 23 justify spats of contemplative reminiscence, but sometimes I just can't help myself. This afternoon I found myself sitting at my desk, completing necessary Medicare paperwork and I realized that necessary Medicare paperwork isn't something that I want to be doing for the rest of my life. Then what, I asked myself, DO I want to be doing for the rest of my life? I can honestly say, at this point, that I have no idea. But... I can also say that I am 100% OK with that. In talking about my future plans, I couldn't help but think about what I thought I wanted to be as a child.

If you had asked me 'what do you want to be when you grow up' at the platinum blonde age of 4, I would have answered in a resounding "JEM!!". But if you traveled a bit past the Barbie and the Rockers days, I would have supplied you with answers such as Nancy Drew, Debbie Gibson, Oprah...etc. Up until the age of 12, I would have given you bigger-than-life answers to a real-to-life question. What ever happened to that little-kid passion for achieving the impossible?? When did little boys stop putting their underwear on the outside and towels around their necks, acting as the hero from their favorite comic? When did little girls stop donning old fashioned jewelry and stepping into their mother's old heels, acting as the princess from their bedtime stories? When, in our lives, do we stop wishing for impossible goals and start aiming for realistic targets? As children, we dream of a bigger-than-life existence, but somewhere between three and twenty-three.... we lose our gusto. We loose our "oomph" to keep shooting for the proverbial stars. Why, as adults, do we give up so easily on the bigger-than-life??

Tonight, I wish for you that your childhood dreams are reawakened. In short, don't forget about the "barbie and the rocker days" and the inner-Superman in all of us will surface (although I'd leave the underoo's on the inside).

Goodnight,
Tempa