I'm twenty years old; twenty-one in three months. I am in my third year of college and have already received an associates degree. I have one year until I earn my bachelors, and I still have absolutely no idea what I want to be when I grow up.

Since I can remember, I have wanted to do many things in life. I wanted to be a painter when I was five, but realized I might as well have been color blind. I didn't have an eye for paint, drawing, or clay, so that was the end of that dream.

When I was a older, I decided I wanted to be a guitarist. Being so young I didn't understand that I actually had to know how to play in order to base my life around it. I have had many other dream jobs as well: horseback rider, professional swimmer, teacher, singer, actor, dancer, fashion designer, and even professional chess player. With so many options in life, I never wanted to limit myself to one career and I still don't want to. Maybe next year when I earn my Bachelors Degree in Communications I'll decide, but until then I'm happy with the uncertainty.