You know, I'm still deciding what I'm going to be when I grow up.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I still think I'm going to do something else when I grow up.
I'm 80 years old, and I don't know what I'm going to be when I grow up.
I have a boyfriend and a dog, and I still haven't figured out what I want to be when I grow up.
I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. It's funny - people ask me that, and I don't know what to tell them.
I'm picking and choosing what I want to do.
I was lucky enough to know exactly what I wanted to do when I was growing up. I think one of the hardest things to figure out in life is what your calling is, and what truly makes you happy - not what you want to work at, but what you want to do.
For a long time, I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was desperate to find something that fit me and I just decided that if I could organically make a professional living out of the things that interested me, then I would be a happy person.
I've just grown up a lot and started to encounter some of the big decisions of life in terms of what career I wanted to do and figuring out personal relationships and things.
It is not the question, what am I going to be when I grow up; you should ask the question, who am I going to be when I grow up.
I realize that I am never going to grow up.