“What do you want to be when you grow up?“
I’m sure most of us were asked this as children and I’m equally sure that the answers varied from pretty tame to totally out there and everything in between. I was one of those little girls that “wanted to be a princess” when I grew up and my friend “wanted to be an astronaut” and whilst I’m pretty sure “princess” isn’t something most of us can be or do, I applaud my younger self for dreaming big!
Where along the road to adulthood do we lose the ability to dream big? Does it get left somewhere along the wayside along with other vestiges of childhood? Perhaps it falls prey to an onslaught of logic and the attrition of reality and social norms where we find ourselves left with *hopes* and *desires* the humbler cousin…
View original post 360 more words