I have been asked to write a letter to myself... from my 80 year old self telling me all about my life. This task is hopefully a way of finding out what my hidden dreams and passions are and what I should be doing as my profession. I find this daunting, intimidating and a little crazy - because I hope that when I am 80... I don't write my life story and tell about how much I worked. I would hope that I would tell wonderful stories about my loving family and our wonderful travels together. I would tell stories about the love of my life and our children (yes - I plan on actually having children). I would tell stories about the different places I got to experience and the beautiful things I have seen. I would tell stories of the wonderful friendships that have lasted through the years.
I am sure that not one of the stories I would tell would be about sitting at a desk.
Why does our job define us so much? Why does choosing my career have to be so difficult? Why do I feel as though I can not go forward until I check a box saying I am going to be X? Why do I feel as though I have been having this same conversation in my head for years? When does this get easier?
When I write my letter to myself, when I am 80... I hope I am writing from my seaside villa in the Mediterainean.
Or Fiji....
ReplyDeleteOn the other side of the tracks, from a girl who has never doubted her career path and continues to fall in love with more every week, I also worry about my 80 year self. I hope she has more than production photos in her empty, albeit lovely apartment... I think about this all the time.