For as long as I can remember the adults in my life have asked me the question "What do you want to be when you grow up."
A quote from the biography of a book I wrote in second grade shows an easy and matter of fact answer. "When Katie grows up she wants to be an artist." The idea of being grown up was beyond my comprehension – a sort of future fantasy world that I never thought I would travel to – and the question was fun.
However, as I made my way through high school and college and growing up became an inevitable reality, the once innocent question with the one–word answer now forced an in-depth analysis of past, present and future. With so much to consider, the answer seemed impossible.
On my journey to finding the answer to that question I sampled a variety of possibilities. In college it was engineering, spanish, psychology, economics, etc. When I graduated, I seriously contemplated financial advising and law school. Each of these would have been a fine solution, but I was searching for the best solution. I want to love what I am when I grow up.




