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Dream Job(s).

There was a part of me that hoped that donning a cap and gown at my college graduation would magically mean an end (or at least a diminishment) to my confusion over what I wanted to do with my life thereafter. For as long as I can remember, I've had many, many ideas about what I wanted to be when I grew up, and these ideas changed often. In fact, they still do, and I suspect (and hope!) that they'll keep changing as I get older. I wrote about this, and the notion of dream jobs in general, in this week's Equals Record post, which you can find here.


An excerpt from the new post: "At various times [in my life], I've considered being an actress, interior designer, photographer, stylist, screenwriter. For a brief period of time, I even dreamt of joining a circus. (Don’t laugh.) Of course, it’s perfectly normal when you’re a kid to daydream about the future, to change your mind about these things on a daily – or hourly – basisIs there a point, though, when it stops being okay? When is it no longer acceptable not to have a clue about what you’d like to be when you grow up?"

Read the rest at the Equals Record, here. Thanks so much for your support!
 

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