What to do when I grow up?  That is the question that seems to be rolling through my mind every day now.  Like a song wedged in your head, it won’t go away.  I love photography and I know I could be very happy doing that for a living but I can’t help but wonder if it will allow me to do everything I want to do in life.  I’ve heard of so many photographers stuck in Olan Mills or even worse, shooting for grade school kids.  While that’s not a bad gig and I’m not downing anyone who does that now, it’s just not for me.  I would love to work for National Geographic and travel the world shooting exotic animals and locations.  Ahh, to dream. 

Then there’s the realistic approach.  I have my Real Estate license but I don’t think that’s my cup of tea either.  I’m not a very good bullshit artist and I keep to myself a lot.  I could go back to school (which I will once I figure out what I want to go for) and just get your typical business degree.  That’s probably what I will end up doing.  But the thought of working for corporate America for the rest of my life scares the hell outta me.  It’s a nice safe job with benefits and the whole nine but my soul is searching for something much more than that. 

And lastly, this one has potential too (aside from my dream job at National Geographic) …  I could do all sorts of different types of jobs.  From one end of the spectrum to the next and always have a backup plan.  And once I’m done sampling all there is for me to do, write a book about it.  Share with the world my experiences, document it for my heirs and let my knowledge fly to other minds.  I firmly believe that experiencing different things in life will mold us into stunning creatures and allow our minds to thrive to their potential. 

So what am I going to do when I grow up?  I have absolutely no clue at this point!  But so far, I’ve been very lucky, had a blast doing each and every little odds and ends job I’ve had and I can’t wait to see where my crazy ass will land next.