I Finally Know What I Want to Be When I Grow Up

It only took me fifty years to figure it out

Photo by Kristin Wilson on Unsplash

One of my earliest vivid memories is running down my grandmother’s driveway, beyond excited to show her that I had been assigned a reader. It was the second day of first grade, and I knew an exciting and mysterious world would open up to me. I was going to learn how to read, and when I did, I fell instantly…