When I was 5 I wanted to be a news show anchor - anybody who spoke on a mic! When I was in middle school I wanted to be a doctor because they looked pretty cool and I didn’t know any better. In high school I wanted to be a Gynecologist to be exact because suddenly I knew too much (haha!). Then came college and circumstances of real life beat some sense into me. “You cannot be a doctor! You have curfew everyday and the profession calls for night shifts! P.S. becoming a doctor takes 9 years in the US!” And so, at university I wanted to be a marketing executive and a writer/poet by night. An alter ego side of me wanted to be a rock musician. Towards the end of business school I wanted to be a licensed teacher at a secondary level school in the US. Today, I am a landlady! How'd that happen?
I realized that I put myself through a lot of strain, stress, trouble, unnecessary competition, personal struggle, and mental torture to be exact while pursuing each one of these future plans at various stages in my life. Why did I do so?
I was unaware that my life was not entirely mine to steer. I realized the limits to my wild dreams and I had to cut and trim them down. So, I feel that (in circumstances like mine) it is a waste of time to plan something, create waves (like that Dean advised me against), dream big and outrageous, and etc.