I went through a job interview recently in which one of the questions was ‘where do you see yourself in 10 years’ and I was flabbergasted. Because I don’t freaking know.
I know that 10 years ago I certainly did not expect to be where I am now, and any guesses 10 years before that would have been COMPLETELY WRONG.
Fifteen years ago I was a journalism student who was positive she was going to be a reporter for her entire career, would probably never marry and would certainly never have children. Exactly none of that happened.
I never intended to go to university at all, let alone get a Master’s degree. Never thought about working in politics.
Eleven years ago I got married just after I graduated and just before I lost my job.
Honestly, most of my adult life has come as a complete shock to me. Considering there was a time I didn’t intend to make it past 17, this shouldn’t be a surprise.
Joe came as a total shock, this kid – and how deeply I fell in love with her. A house in the suburbs and a career in politics. Nope, 15 years ago Amy would laugh at you.
Eighteen years ago Amy thought she was going to be an athletic therapist, and then figured out quick rapidly after what might actually have been a nervous breakdown that moving to Toronto for seven years of expensive schooling was not the right thing.
Fourteen years ago Amy picked her degree program based on the number of courses in the calendar that seemed interesting, and then switched out of her international relations concentration because it seemed like everyone else was also doing that. Fourteen years ago Amy almost didn’t take the job at the student paper that led to her meeting her husband (who was a little concerned by her lack of enthusiasm).
Where will I be in 10 years?
I hope I will be healthy, and have an 18 year old daughter and a husband by my side. Hopefully I will still have a job I enjoy doing, but what that will be I do not know. I also don’t know if I’ll have the same number of degrees, live in the same house. Not a damn clue.