It’s been a super long time since I posted a question of the day… This one was inspired by my friend who recently wrote about how hard it has been for her to identify her calling… Her post, “What do you want to be when you grow up” is thoughtful and serious and worth reading.

THIS post, on the other hand, is simpler and far less poetic. I really am just curious. When you were little, and people asked the inevitable question how did you answer? Me? I wanted to be a cab driver. I don’t know why. My mother wrote my answer to the question in one of those old fashioned “School Years” books, where she kept dutiful track of all my brilliant insights, grade by grade.

On the kindergarten page, right by my shiny happy 5-year old self, is my answer to the question “What do you want to be when you grow up?” “Cab driver,” it says, in my mother’s neat handwriting, and there’s something about that I just love. (Maybe it’s that I grew up in a tiny little suburb. At five, I doubt if I’d ever even seen a real taxi cab.)

Okay, so think back (or if your mom kept copious detailed notes, check the record) and tell me… what did you want to be when you grew up?

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