It is a funny thing to ask someone ‘what do you want to be when you grow up’? At 5, at 10, at 15 at 20 at 40 at 60. Are you what you wanted to be? And how do you navigate when “front keeps changing” (Richard James Allen)
When I tell people I am a dancer, their expression reminds me how so many little girls want to be dancers. So, how do we find our way to where we we want to be when we grow up? Do parents pave the future boards? What is it that sets you up and trips you onto your course? Are you where you are just because you once said you would? Did people tell you you were so great at ‘this’ or ‘that’ that you continue despite a longing for something else? Or is it a matter of just one foot in front of the other until you arrive where you didn’t expect?
An old friend recently updated her world status on facebook by announcing she was going back to uni to study history and literature. She is almost forty with two children. This girl was always a bit of a hero to me- a little older and wiser – we connected over the creation of early teenage choreography in the Bussleton caravan park, with Michael Jackson the order of the day. Helen was always meant to be a writer. I absolutely knew she would be. But she didn’t become one. She did other things. And now she is finally pursuing what (I think) was always meant to be.
As a girl I once said I wanted to be the headmistress (back in the days of Malory Towers, Green Gables and the Naughtiest Girl in school) of the best Performing Arts school in the world. My mum always wanted to fly a plane-and very recently she did! In the BIG pages we feature interviews with “People who grew up to be who they wanted to be when they grew up”. Are you one of those people?
What do you want to be when you grow up? ;)
|Mama flying in to Perth from Hong Kong (with a little help from www.flightexperience.com)|