What do you want to be when you grow up?
An 18 wheel truck driver
Why?
I like trucks and they have lots of wheels.
I don’t think the conversation went exactly that way. In fact, if I had to guess, it was probably a finger painting exercise.
This was kindergarten.
I’m grown up now, sort of, and I’m not what I thought I wanted to be.
I had expressed what I love, not yet inhibited by societal norms and expectations. I’ve thought about this and tried to ascribe meaning to it.
I’ve come to the conclusion that the desire to be a truck driver is not what mattered, it was the curiosity.
I was curious about trucks. They were big, they moved, they carried stuff. I wondered what was inside, where they were going, what it was like to see all kinds of places. There was a mystery about the truck. I wanted to know more.
I’ve never driven a truck, but I see them every day. They are no longer a mystery, but I’m left asking…
What still has mystery for me today? What do I want to be when I grow up?
What do you want to be?