Content With Being Clueless

When I was younger, I told everyone I wanted to be a singing photographer. I was going to hit the job market with something it’d never seen before. Yeah, 3-year-old Sarah was super ambitious.

As I moved through the elementary school ranks, my dream job changed to author. English was not only my strongest subject but the one I enjoyed most. Middle school came and I vacillated between writer and photographer until I finally stumbled upon a profession that combined my love for storytelling and visuals: film. I was so set on going into the industry that I declared my major in Film before entering my freshman year of college.

Fast forward to present day and I’ve dumped film for Media Studies and tacked on a second PR major. Although I’m confident that I’ll stick to this area of work for at least the next decade, I can’t say for sure what I want to do with it.

And here comes the point to this ramble: I am seriously happy and comfortable with the fact that I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up!

I’m excited to start senior year with classes in new subjects. Child and Adolescent Development? Sure, sign me up! Event Planning? I’ll give it a go. Maybe I’ll never want to deal with these topics again, but half the fun is finding that out.

Sometimes it’s a huge downer to be undecided and have little to no insight on where you’re heading, but I like to think that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be right now. There’s no better time to be clueless than your 20’s.