i have been grappling with the same question for most of my life…what do i want to be when i grow up?
at a certain point, i have to accept that by conventional definitions, i am grown up, and i still have no clue.
NO CLUE!
when i was 5 i had it all sorted out: i wanted to be a teacher and a mommy. yeah, that’s original, ain’t it? today, i have no idea what i want to be (other than happy & healthy). somewhere along the line, things get more complicated and you have to become responsible.
it sorta sucks.
pickle 
You posted! Huzzah!
Also, happy and healthy is awesome and sufficient. Unless you have to go live in tent, don’t sweat it. I feel like a fraud EVERY DAY.
Well, I’m 51 and still asking the question. One of my favorite jokes: Why do adults always ask kids what they want to be when they grow up? Because they’re looking for ideas.
So true.