This kid the other day asks me if I knew when I was a teenager what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said, I'm 36 and I STILL don't know what I want to be when I grow up!
That's not exactly true; I do know. I just don't know how to make it happen.
Here's what I want. I want to make pots and grow plants. That's it.
No job to go to. No alarm clock. No traffic lights. No boss telling me what to do. No other people's kids I have to deal with.
Just me, clay and dirt. If I could figure how to make a living from doing that, I'd be happy.
