I Wanted to Be Everything… Until I Realized I Was Meant to Be That Girl

Growing up, I wanted to be everything. And not in a metaphorical Pinterest quote wayI mean everything. I was that kid who, one week, was destined to win an Oscar, and by the next week, was convinced I’d be saving kangaroos in Australia. My career aspirations changed more than my hairstyle in middle school (and I had bangs, y’all… tragic times).

But that’s just who I’ve always been: a girl with big dreams, big ideas, and no concept of limitation. If it sounded magical, if it looked fun, if it had a cute outfit attached to itI was ready to devote my whole life to it… for at least 48 hours.

But as I got older, I realized not everything was meant to be a forever thing. Some careers were just seasonal flings, identity crushes, or ego hobbies. Let’s take a little walk down memory lane of the jobs I thought I was born to do, until I realized… maybe I’m just born to be iconic and well-rounded.

Veterinarian… Until I Realized I’m a Flight Risk and Can’t Stomach Sad Animal Stuff

This one was my first love. I was OBSESSED with animals. I had all the stuffed animals lined up like patients. I’d check their heartbeats with my fake stethoscope and perform fake surgery with my mom’s eyebrow tweezers.

Then I found out:

• Veterinarians go to school for 8 million years.
• You sometimes have to put the animals down (cue uncontrollable sobbing).
• You don’t just cuddle puppies you also see weird rashes on reptiles.

Also, I knew deep in my heart I was meant to jet set around the world, wake up in random cities, and live in a movie montage. And you can’t exactly leave the country midweek when you’ve got a 12PM poodle appointment and a 4PM goat emergency. I had to let it go respectfully.

Wedding Planner… Because J.Lo Lied to Me

I watched The Wedding Planner ONCE and said “Yes, that’s me. That’s literally my destiny.”

I imagined myself with a Bluetooth headset, clipboard in hand, heels clicking down the aisle as I handled chaotic bridesmaids and made floral arrangements my personality trait. I could see it! The glam! The control! The emotional breakdowns!

Then I planned my cousin’s baby shower and almost called 911 on myself. Logistics are not my ministry. Spreadsheets give me hives. People asking me 700 questions when I’m already overwhelmed? Jail. I realized I didn’t want to plan the wedding, I wanted to attend the wedding. In a fire dress. With a good +1. Holding a glass of champagne and gossiping about the bridal party.

 Actress… But Only if I Could Skip the Auditions and Be Famous Immediately

I had my Oscar speech READY by age 10. I practiced crying on cue and everything. I was giving drama, emotion, passion… in my bedroom mirror.

But then I took one theater class and realized something: I don’t like rejection. I don’t like casting directors telling me to “read it again with more depth.” I want to win, not wait tables while chasing callbacks. I want my “rags to riches” without the rags part.

Also, the idea of community theater? No offense, but absolutely not. Unless it’s a reality show or I’m playing myself in a Netflix original I’ll pass.

Writer… Oh Wait, I Actually Am One. Surprise!

This one stuck. I’ve always had a thing for words. Writing was my way of narrating life like I was the main character in a rom-com that never made it to theaters but was still iconic.

I wrote stories, fake blogs, love letters to nobody (and sometimes to myself), and created Pinterest mood boards like I was planning Vogue articles.

And now here we are full circle. Maybe I’m not a wedding-planning, animal-saving, Oscar-winning icon, but I AM a writer. I get to make people laugh, feel seen, and say all the things we’re all thinking but are too shy to say out loud. That’s a flex.

Teacher… But Only for the Classroom Aesthetic

I had the vision. Pencil skirts, cute coffee mugs, “Ms. So-and-so” written in a swirly font on the whiteboard. A Pinterest worthy classroom. Book fairs. Holiday bulletin boards. That teacher who gives out life advice like candy and lowkey becomes everyone’s favorite.

But then I remembered:

• Kids don’t listen.
• Parents are chaotic.
• I’m allergic to grading papers and I don’t know math past 5th grade.

I still think I’d kill it at being a cool, unhinged, motivational teacher who teaches life lessons and occasionally says, “Let’s just watch a movie today,” but again… maybe that’s just the fantasy version of me. I’d rather teach through storytelling right here, on this blog, where nobody throws erasers or tattles for breathing too loud.

So, Who Am I Now?

I’m still the girl who wants it all. I still change my mind like outfits and dream like the rent isn’t due. But now I know that trying a little bit of everything doesn’t make me inconsistent it makes me layered. Multifaceted. Spicy. Iconic.

Sometimes the dream changes, and that’s okay. I’m not meant to fit into one career box I’m the whole damn package.

So shoutout to little me for dreaming loud. Shoutout to grown me for making life the creative chaos it’s supposed to be. And shoutout to every woman out there who dabbled, failed, pivoted, and still popped her gloss and kept it cute.