What do you want to be when you grow up? The question has always plagued me. Unfortunately, like most kids, I grew up in a world of my own. I mistook fantasy for possibility and shrugged at the possibilities that reality had to offer. I had big dreams. What am I doing with them now? Well, at 24 years old, I am doing absolutely nothing. I’m a slave to the infamous “9-5″. I think the problem was that I dreamt too big. All of my dreams were pretty practical, don’t get me wrong. But I am not great at making decisions, I want every flavor of ice cream. But you’re only supposed to choose one, right? Or maybe two, if your parents were a little wealthier. You see, I spent so much time trying to pick out a flavor that by the time I think I’ve found one, everyone has already finished their cones and it’s time to go home. I’m an expert dreamer. I excelled in that class. But the art of putting things into motion never was my cone of ice cream. Like some unfortunate others, I’m a sayer not a doer.