So this is where I’m at…
I know when you're young your life seems like an endless bound of possiblilities. You think about being a teacher, an actor, a princess, or in my half Asian household growing up, the only correct dream... a doctor. Then as you go to school, your interests change and you start to narrow down who and what you want to be. Somehow and some where in there, I think I missed that train. To which has lead me to now, nearly 40 years old and still wondering what I'm going to be when I get older. Except at my age it isn't cute anymore, it's just really sad. I could blame my aimlessness on the fact that every idea of who I wanted to be growing up was shot down by my Mum, because either A) it wasn't a doctor or lawyer, or B) I wasn't going to make enough money in the field I was contemplating. Ha! I showed her, I became a minimum wage slave. Hopefully the scarcasm is read there. I could blame my Father for dying when I was 17 and not forcing me to go to University. Making...