Twenty years ago, I graduated from high school. The anniversary date was just a few days ago.
At that point, an answer to the notorious question was complicated. It was unknown; it was far away. Asked of graduates each and every year, I remember it being my time. My chance to hear it over and over again... especially after college entrance exams and senior year of high school came to a close. And at that point, I really didn't know.
What did I want to do?
I knew I didn't want a desk job. I knew I didn't want to go into the military. I knew I didn't want to get into sales. I knew I didn't really want to work in construction, automotives, medicine, or engineering.
I knew more about what I didn't want to do than what I did want to do.
The question didn't matter because I wasn't ready for a moment of truth.Read More