Finally starting to figure things out.
Throughout my twenty-two-and-eleven-months of life, I’ve wanted to “be” at least a dozen different things. Journalist, doctor, lawyer, weather person, newscaster, producer… I still don’t know what I want to be, but I am finally starting to recognize the critical missing piece of it all isn’t what I want to be, but that I have too often lacked passion for the subjects I am pursuing. Ultimately, I wasn’t seeking a profession to do anything more than make money and compensation is something I ever anticipated my future being dictated by… and I am disappointed in myself.
