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when i grow up

I've been wasting time on Pinterest again.  For those of you not in the know, it's a sort of online bulletin board/magazine.  Mostly where I go to fantasize over things I'll never be able to afford, places I've never been, recipes I might actually make, and...Ryan Gosling. 

http://pinterest.com/pin/70791025362492462/ (thank me later)

It has me thinking though. 

I'm 27.  I'm not where I thought I'd be.  I just finished up an application for grad school, again.  This time for a Master's in Social Work.  I don't particularly feel good about my application.  Which sucks, because for the first time in awhile I actually got to a place where I could articulate (definitely in my own head, getting close on paper) what I want to do with my grown up life.  I procrastinated. (what?  you're surprised?)  I could have done a better job.

But I digress.  Here's what I've decided to be when I grow up.  Stay with me. 

I'm going to start a non-profit that develops prison rehabilitation programming.  I'll develop a rehabilitation program - one that incorporates holistic care and a sense of purpose, then travel to prisons across the country and train administrations and officials on how to incorporate it.  I'll be the CEO.  In the evenings I'll teach yoga and ballroom dancing and I'll also be running a bed and breakfast (I got some really great decorating ideas from Pinterest) and writing a novel.  In my spare time I'll volunteer as a pastoral counselor (since I'll also have my Master's or something in Counseling). 

So that's it.  Hopefully University of Chicago and Saint Louis University will see how versatile and marketable I am and a year from now I'll be writing here when I should be doing something for grad school. 

What do you want to be when you grow up? 
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  1. AndrewMarch 29, 2012 at 6:42 AM

    When I grow up I think I'll be your personal assistant. By the sounds of your next year, I think you'll need one.

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