When I was in grade school, I wanted to be a marine biologist. I didn’t even know what a marine biologist was, or what it meant to be one. In fact, I still have no clue. In seventh grade I wanted to be the editor for TIME magazine. Very specific. In college I wanted to be a journalist, work in advertising, be a high school English teacher. I obtained degrees for all, just in case.

Over the past eight years at my current job, I’ve entertained becoming a goat farmer, a ski bum, any kind of farmer, a doctor, a teacher again, a bartender, so many other professions that crossed my mind whilst whiskey drunk, selling my house and everything that can’t fit into a van and driving everywhere a van can drive, and then exchanging that van for a new one on a new continent.

And sometimes new people I meet make me want to do things I’ve never thought of doing before. Not because I never wanted to do them, but because it never crossed my mind as an option. Other people open up new worlds with even more choices. It’s not that I am never satisfied. It’s just that there are so many things I want to do and want to be, and even those things are constantly changing, because I don’t even know all of my options yet! And I never will. And I am okay with that. Makes every day like opening up a fortune cookie with a slightly more realistic life path, and without having to eat the stale cookie. Unless you’re into stale cookies. Then by all means, eat the cookie.

“When you are finished changing, you’re finished.”
Benjamin Franklin