When I thought of myself as an adult, all I could imagine was someone thin, and smooth, and calm, to whom things…happened. Some kind of souped-up princess, with a credit card. I didn’t have any notion about self-development, or following my interests, or learning big life lessons, or, most importantly, finding out what I was good at, and trying to earn a living from it.
…I presumed that once I’d cracked being thin, beautiful, stylishly dressed, poised and gracious, everything else would fall into place. That my real life’s work was not a career - but myself. That if I worked on being pleasing, the world would adore, and then reward me.