Every college student knows (and usually dreads) the infamous "what are you going to be when you grow up?" question. I myself felt for the longest time that I needed a perfect response to that question. Yet every time I responded to this question, I was left with a pit in my stomach and the overwhelming thought that I didn't have my life figured out. Between changing my major my first semester of college after having a full plan of what I wanted to do and never being able to settle on a career that I want to work towards since then, I've felt like a failure.

I got myself so worked up trying to find the "perfect job" that I was suited for and would be happy doing for the rest of my life. I thought of working in childcare, going into advising, and even at one point thought of just becoming a secretary because I like helping other people get organized, but while all of those options seemed like a good match for my skills set I was never passionate about them. I would get really excited when I stumbled on a job that sounded like a good fit for me and then within a few weeks I was back to not being sure if there was something better out there for me.

One day it suddenly just clicked in for me... I am not the type of person who is going to have a dream job, but that doesn't mean I don't have any goals for my future. My great-grandma always jokes with me about what I want to be when I grow up because she knows how much I must get asked that, and I would always joke back and say "I want to be a wife and a mom someday," but the thing is, deep down I always meant it.

Ever since I can remember I have wanted my own family someday, so why can't that be my dream? While many kids played doctor, teacher, or police officer make-believe games, I was the one who always wanted to play house. I cannot remember a time where I did not have a desire to someday start my own family, and what's wrong with that? That isn't an unrealistic dream, and through all of my job searching, I realized I am the perfect fit for it. I love working with kids, it makes me feel good when I can help my younger brothers or my boyfriend through rough days, and I enjoy organization and keeping things in line. I want to be a wife and a mom when I grow up, and that's OK.

I've finally accepted that there's nothing wrong with that being my dream. My dream for my life doesn't have to consist of a job. Yes, having a job is important and I am still working hard in school to get a degree and be able to provide for myself and God-willing my own family someday, but I don't need to stress out and criticize myself for not having a plan when it comes to getting a job out of college. I get good grades, I'm an honors student, I have a good work ethic, and once I graduate I will have a degree in hand with all of the qualifications to work.

I'm still going to get a job out of college. I'm still going to provide for myself and be responsible. I'm still going to work in an environment that I can grow in and learn from. I'm still going to work my hardest to accomplish my dreams, but I don't have a dream job, and I'm OK with that.