When I was younger I had a plan. For everything.
In second grade I wanted to be a pilot. I had it all figured out. I wanted to fly. And the best way to do that was by flying a plane.
Because I never learned to do things the simple way. It was either the high way or no way.
Than in fourth grade, I wanted a horse stables. I had no idea how that actually works. But I loved horses so I wanted a room full of them. And make a future out of it.
In 6th grade, I wanted become a Chartered Accountant. I loved Mathematics and the highest degree I could think of was becoming a CA.
In 10th grade, I was set on becoming a doctor. I was going to become a surgeon. and not just any. A Neurologist. Or a dentist if that did not work out. I know, too much of McDreamy.
Somewhere in between I also wanted to win the biggest debate competition and be called, “Debater of the World”. I know now, that term does not really exist.
Than when I fell in love with writing, I did not just want to write short stories or articles in a magazine. My ultimate goal was to write a book. And that will happen, someday.
But that’s just me. When I do something. I like to do it big. Or not do it at all.
Everyone has a different definition of doing it. That’s just mine. And its ridiculous sometimes.
Now, I am studying to become a Chartered Accountant.
My two best friends are in Medical school.
I want to pass and get a private flying license one day.
I want to own a horse. Just one, in this case.
I got the Speaker of the Year award which unbelievably came into existence.
My articles get published in different places from time to time. And I have a blog. The book is on its way.
Somewhere in future.