I am 49. There. I said it (or wrote it). And still I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
I have friends who have found their passion. They are excited about what they are doing and they know their Why. It makes me wonder if I missed something along the way. I don’t have a passion and I apparently don’t have a strong enough Why.
Don’t get me wrong. I have lots of talents.
In college, I was scolded by my Calculus professor for not majoring in math
Instead, I majored in accounting because I thought that was what I was supposed to do. Each semester I would tell myself “If I get in A in this class, I will continue to major in accounting.” That must have been a sign that I was doing the right thing because I was good at it and got good grades. Right?