On Saturday, after a business lunch with some local and international filmmakers, script writers, and producers, I went on a brief shopping trip to Francesca’s, a trendy store in Green Hills with a South African producer. Our conversation was funny-we had just met over lunch and she was asking questions about my career and personal interests. I told her my usual spiel and she promptly laughed at me. I was a bit bewildered, but then she followed up with another question, “what do you want to do when you grow up?” I quickly recovered, hid my disconcerted look, forced out a laugh, and honestly replied with, “I have no idea. I love helping people, non-profits, production, marketing, promotions, travelling, art, anything creative or academic, and well…I like to dream…”
She laughed at me again. I tried to hide my aggravation, but I am sure I failed. My face shows too much. I attempted to control my body language, but my face and eyes show too much about my feelings. She smiled again and we talked as she pursued the purses and necklaces while I feigned interest in a pair of earrings (I neither enjoy shopping nor do I have pierced ears.)
We continued to chat about the weather, our shared interest in travelling, and my idea of a commercial that I am working on. It was not until later, when I was on a walk, basking in the 74-degree weather and with a cup of tea in hand, that I realized how much I really do not have a clue about what I want to ‘do’ or ‘be’ when I grow up. I have decided not to stress about this, as I finish up writing in order to help out at a non-profit, because even though I do not know what lies ahead of me, I know Who does. I also know that He is aware of my dreams and aspirations-even though I feel as though some of them are quite off-the-wall at times.
