What did you want to be when you grew up? All sorts of things, but none of them terribly fantastical. Actually, nothing really sticks out. I know that in high school before I decided to go into ministry I was looking at teaching, law, and psychology. I probably wanted to be a ballerina at some point (though, having never taken ballet, that would be difficult).
Did you follow through? If not, what happened? Um, yeah, not applicable.
Is your life turning out the way you thought it would when you were a kid? If not, is it better or worse? Absolutely not. But not in a good or bad way. When you’re little, you’re so naive as to how the world works, that nothing you plan is really all that practical or realistic. And you don’t understand or see the little details that make real, grown-up life… real (like paying bills and relationships with co-workers).
Paradoxes aside, if you could time-travel back to when you were 10 years old, what would you tell your 10-year-old self? Ooh, didn’t I answer this for once? I think, instead, I’d talk to my parents (when I was 10) and tell them it’s not going to be just a phase, that therapy and medication might help, and that high school is just going to suck and so if they could not make it more difficult, that’d be great.
Do you think the child you were, would like the adult you’ve become? I think the child I was is still a part of me. My childhood, indeed every step of my life up until this day, has made me who I am today. If the child I was didn’t like the adult I’ve become, that would mean I don’t like who I’ve become or who I am. And that’s not true. I don’t think the child I was would necessarily understand how we got here, but I hope that she’s still with me and peeks her head out every once in a while to be amazed or innocent or unreserved.