When I crossed the stage at my kindergarten graduation, Mrs. Aiken, my teacher, asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. As a product of my Paul McCartney-infused upbringing, I answered, “to be a hippie.”
As I grew older, my interests broadened from music to marine biology to editing and much more. The trouble wasn’t that I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but that I didn’t know how touch on all of the subjects I enjoyed. More importantly, I couldn’t really identify what I didn’t want in my life without various work experiences to show me what wasn’t a good fit.