When I was young I was fairly consistent with the jobs that I wanted to be when I grew up. Mind you, these jobs were as far polar opposites as you can get, but at least I was considering a variety of options. Marine Biologist (play in the ocean with seal babies – yay!), firewoman (slide down the poles), Lawyer (god knows why), Writer (hole yourself up on some deserted coast and get paid to tell stories), girlfriend of an Ewok (for obvious reasons). I never wanted to be an artist, or a designer. Once you hit your teenage years your easily swayed mind is more receptive to the negative discouraging of your elders. Writing wasn’t a real job – no one got paid for that sort of thing, unless you were say, Stephen King or Danielle Steele. The same thing came when it was time to choose a major at Emily Carr. My heart secretly wanted to take photography, but again I was swayed by the countless opinions that it would make a great hobby, but probably not a profession. This may or may not have been true, who knows? Still my heart wonders sometimes.
Now that I’m an adult at a bit of a crossroads in my life I’m still considering what I want to be when I grow up. A book designer, an illustrator, a photographer, a beekeeper, a writer, an ice cream scooper at Baskin Robbins (I’m obviously kidding about this one – there isn’t a Baskin Robbins anywhere remotely close to here)? Although I sometimes envy my friends who have established careers, and are married, have/having kids, houses. But on the other hand, I almost feel relieved that I don’t have that stuff hashed out. It seems a bit sad to me that you’d have all your major plans laid by the time you were 30… and then you’d have to live what, the next 50 years with the decisions you’ve made. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing – but for a girl who can rarely choose socks without sitting down and writing a list of pros & cons, the idea of definatively choosing “yes, this is what I want for the rest of my life” it’s a bit of a scary thought. Maybe I’m just gun shy after vehemently arguing that “absolutely, I am going to love having not one, but TWO faerie tattoos forever, there is NO WAY I’m going to change my mind” and then pretty much shaking my head while frantically combing the internet for potential laser-removal options not 5 years later… I think I’m understandably gun-shy. I guess that life will unfold as it does, and when things will come my direction when I’m ready for them. In the meantime, if anyone knows of a good tattoo removal option – please let me know (and no, Mr Clean Magic Erasers although super fantastic, are not a good choice – I already tried) 
