A few weeks ago, I talked about transitions and how to pay attention to both the monumental and the subtle changes. Clearly, people are capable of change.
On the other hand, I think there’s a pretty substantial part
of all of us that is just fundamentally never going anywhere, and it probably
shouldn’t. Once, my husband I were
talking about our kids’ futures, and he said, “It’s impossible to tell what
they’ll be into as an adult and what kind of a career they’ll want.”
I’m not so sure. When
I considered what each of us wanted to be when we were little, what our dreams
were growing up, not much had changed.
Probably somewhere in this house, there’s a journal from when I was
around eleven with “Write a bestseller” at the top of a list of future
goals. So many people hold on to that
childhood goal either as a career or a hobby, or at least there’s some core characteristic
that forges their paths. My husband
wanted to be an architect, and he’s a civil designer, fork in the road but not
a different highway altogether.
