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 – basis. Is 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?"
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