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30-DAY WRITING CHALLENGE / 25 SEPTEMBER 2022
How I Defined My Own Career Path
Now I know what I want to be when I grow up
Life on a small island was predictable.
You went to school. Got good grades. Went on to higher education. Got more good grades. Got a job. Got married. Survived kids. Spoiled grandkids. Get old and die.
As a kid, this was the model and expected path to follow. Careers were what kept you afloat until, not if, but when you got married. You had a husband now that took care of the family while you took care of the home. Basically, a late 20th-century version of Little House on the Prairie, without the horses or covered wagons.
As educated as I was, I don’t recall ever having a sense of “this is what I was meant to do.” Like I said, work was just the process between finishing education and before marriage. So, little thought went into actually defining a career.
I did the marriage and kid thing, and thanks to a Brain Injury, life took a serious left turn. This was definitely not in the script. Normal was about to be redefined. For the first time in my life, I had to figure out how to live on my own. But that is for another story.
