As graduation approaches, I have noticed that I am constantly reminiscing on what I wanted to be when I grew up. What I wanted to be when I was a child is not what I turned out to be. My young self and my older self, are not the same, and that is OK. I am happy with who I am, and I think that young Hannah would agree with me.

Now when I say “my older self,” I am referring to who I am currently. Currently, I am 22 years old. I am about to graduate college and take on a “big girl” job. I am finishing up my last semester of doing the things that I love more than anything. I, by no means, am finished growing up.

When I was younger, I wanted to be a veterinarian. I was obsessed with animals, but more specifically taking care of them. I was going to spend my life taking care of the thing I loved most, and that excited me so much. If one of my cats got the tiniest scratch, I would nurse them back to health and treat them like they were kings. Now, I am still like this. I still have the biggest heart for animals, but I do not in any way think I am cut out to be a veterinarian. For one, I don't have a math brain. The classes required to become a vet take a whole lot of math that I am not comfortable doing. With that, I think that I love animals too much. I could not stand to see them in pain. I am glad I realized all of this before I got too far.

I do not think I am finished growing up yet. Yes, I am about to complete a bachelor’s degree in political science and hopefully, take on a career in emergency management, but that does not necessarily mean I am going continue to do that for the rest of my life. I could go on a completely different path; I may end up across the world pursuing a career that does not relate to my major.

I do not know if we ever finish growing up. What I want to be now may not end up who I become in 10 years. I still have so much learning to do. The adventures that life is about to take me on will be life changing. They will show me new things I like, and hopefully, help me finish growing up.