(I can hear that said as it was on Nightmare Before Christmas, which now has me wanting to go play it.)
How does one find themselves aged 43 years old and no concrete idea what to be? Seriously, it's on my last nerve trying to work this out. I'm currently taking classes for medical office management, and I'm doing well, instructor comments include, "You're a natural at this, you won't have any trouble getting hired by a good office." Well yay, but come on, it's a good career, I know I can do it, but is it what I truly want to be? Not so much.
I wanted to be things like a DJ, military law enforcement spec (when I was in the Air Force), author, special effects creator, horse trainer (which I have actually done, then got injured), and surfer (as in pro surfer living the life chasing waves around the world & getting paid br'a, ya dig?).
What I have been thus far includes things such as waitress, cashier, med tech, horse trainer, and mom (best unpaid job in the entire universe, hands down!). Note that none of these give one the experience to be any of the previously mentioned things, excepting perhaps author due to life experience gained, lost, and so forth.
Today I was perusing surgical tech as I find that vastly more intriguing than med office manager to be sure, and hey, I am not at all one to be sick at the sight of blood, other bodily fluids, etc., thanks to Uncle Sam and my stint as a med tech in the Air Force. Oorah.
How many do-overs do you think one gets per life time? Hmm. Good question eh? Yeah, I thought so. I wonder that fairly frequently. Oy. I need to go have some more coffee, watch something to distract myself for a while, and to remember that life's a dance you learn as you go.