When I Grow Up



“When I grow up, I want to be famous. I want to be a star. I want to be in movies.”

I mean, we’d all be lying if we didn’t think that was partially true. We all want to be known; it’s essential for our sanity to be appreciated and noticed for what we do.

It’s pretty obvious that I work in the media, but a perk of that, would be getting to spend time with Speaker Paul Ryan. I truly wish this man was running for President – he’s fantastic and an upstanding citizen.

As I sat down, outside, on the Speaker’s Balcony with Ryan, he looked at me and asked me:

“Who do you want to be when you grow up?”

Hmm, well this is interesting. No one’s ever asked who I want to be, but merely what I want to be. I know that I want to be a journalist, I want to work in fashion but I would be happy with anything as long as I get to write. I want to write in New York and be the next Carrie Bradshaw.

But who do I want to be? Well, that’s the real question.

So who do I want to be? I want to be someone who proves people wrong. I want to be encouraging so that even when I am thinking about giving up, no one else is. I want to be someone who is forgiving…so forgiving that people don’t know that they’ve wronged me or that I know they have wronged me – because I forgive them.

I would love to be someone who loves and openly receives love. Which I think is someone we all want to be. And I want to be someone who raises kids to respect others; which is something that I know the world I live in is lacking.

Until my meeting with Speaker Ryan, I had never considered who but only what.

As I left, I was slightly confused and partially relieved. For the first time in a long time, this was something attainable. Maybe I won’t get the chance to be what I want to be, but thankfully, I can be who I want to be…always.


As always, my opinions are my own.

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