I vaguely remember writing in my notebook that I wanted to be a “thinker” when I grew up. My cousin is a Philosophy professor and I thought it’d be really cool to be like him. I ended up studying Philosophy in university but I wasn’t able to pursue it further.
While in university, I did think it’d be great if I could get my PhD and then become a professor. That didn’t quite work out. I am an elementary school teacher now, so I got near where I wanted to be back then.
I also wanted to be a writer. I still want to be a writer. I just need to write in order to be a writer.
I really don’t know what I thought I would be when I grew up when I was a child. I’m sure that it wasn’t this, the life that I’m currently living. It’s fine, though, because my childhood self isn’t ever coming back so I may as well work with who I am now.