“What’s your dream, your passion, what do you want to ‘be’ when you grown up?”
Biggest question ever, and always beyond my reach. It never occurred to me that “travel” was a valid response!
Travel is what you do for vacation, your reward for suffering through a shitty, soul-sucking job. You still have to live in the “real world” and follow some kind of career plan like everyone else.
That’s all I ever heard. But it never sat well with me.
Then again, I was never one to take a “relaxing” vacation. Taking time off and staying home would NEVER occur to me. What is that about?! I always had to GO somewhere, anywhere, the farther the better. I would booked myself so solid, every traveling minute filled, because I never knew when I’d be able to travel again. I’d barely leave myself enough time to fly home, change clothes, and get back to work on time. I didn’t have time for jetlag.
I didn’t “live to work”. I “put up with work” and lived for the days when I could travel. And continued, year after year, to figure out something brilliant to do with my life. To find that acceptable dream/passion/job that could materialize into the perfect career for me.
It’s not that I couldn’t realize my dreams, I just never realized I was “allowed” to dream of travel.
The world = that’s my passion!