Aimless contemplation....

The first time I decide to swim after work ( because I couldn't button my blouse this morning), the sky cracks open and thunders with hysteria, sinking my plan.

And then because I'm trapped in the office, I thought about my career. What career?

I never thought I'd be making a living in marketing, writing campaigns, organizing materials, selling them and dealing with all kinds of people - including having people reporting to me from 4 different locations around the world.

All I wanted as a kid was to earn a lot of money. I didn't know what I wanted to do. Some kids do. They want to be Doctors, Firemen, Teachers. I did know what I didn't want to be though - I didn't want to be a Doctor.

I never thought I'd fly around the world to make TV commercials, have people older than me report through to me, talk about color separations, saddle stiches and hanging mobiles, put together b2b email marketing campaigns, edit white papers and teach marketing strategies to a roomful of consultants.

Along the way, I just decided what I liked to do and found jobs that allowed me to do what I liked to do and got paid.

I wonder if knowing what I wanted to do would have made going to school for me more inspiring?