When I was in elementary school, along with a majority of my peers, I dreamed of becoming a professional athlete. At the time, I wanted to be a softball player and turn myself into a left handed pitcher that looked exactly like Cat Osterman, but I was right handed and I never made it as a softball player (I have the focus of a middle school kid, and that makes it hard to pay attention to flyballs in the outfield). I also dreamed of being a CSI investigator (I told all of my college recruiters this as they frantically looked up forensic programs for me to look into at their university, only to find out I did not become anything close to this) , a musician (preferably Beyonce or an electric violinist in the performing group Barrage), a cancer researcher, and a fashion designer (I seriously considered applying to the art school at Michigan with no art background whatsoever. My sister also wants me to note that I am currently wearing yoga pants, a sweatshirt made from a quilt, and rocking the Birks with socks). It is still honestly hilarious to me that I am becoming a professional volleyball player because it wasn’t even at the top of my list of dream careers.
Had you asked me two years ago, I would have told you being a professional athlete was the last thing I wanted to be because I thought pro athletes were the dumb ones who couldn’t get a job and were unaware of the real world working lifestyle. However, my perspective changed after watching (yes, this is the real truth) Eat, Pray, Love, when Julia Roberts is done with her basic, monotonous life and just leaves America behind to go travel the world alone, find herself, forget what everyone thinks (especially guys, as she completely inhales all the pizza from Italy disregarding the calories with the amazing quote: “In all of the times you have undressed in front of a gentleman, has he ever asked you to leave? …No, because he doesn’t care! He has won the lottery!”), and do what makes her happy.