EF #17: I wanted to be…

Finally, I’m getting back with the english friday post of BEC after skipping the previous challenge. This week theme is about our future goals now and then. And I suddenly remember one of Barney’s song that I’ve heard lately…

Just imagine,
Just imagine,
Just imagine all the things that we could be
And all the places that we could go and see
Imagination’s fun for you and me…

When I was little, I used to imagine myself of becoming a working mother!

Then here I am πŸ™‚ I don’t know why I wanted to be this one. Maybe because my mom is staying at home, so I always wonder how it feels to be the working one. This one is also my pleading for getting married this young. Some people might ask me, “Are you sure to get married this young? Don’t you have any other dreams to pursue.” Well, getting married and having kids are my dreams as well.
Being a mother is one of my dreams. Call me naive or so, I even reckon that for me, personally, being a mother is my highest achievement ⭐ I don’t promise myself to become a perfect mom because the definition of it is still blurry, but I promise to give my best.

For the working part, I used to dream of becoming a copywriter or an editor in a magazine company πŸ˜€

“A copywriter usually works as part of a creative team. Advertising agencies partner copywriters with art directors. The copywriter contributes in creating an advertisement’s verbal or textual content, which often includes receiving the copy information from the client. The copywriter is responsible for producing compelling and persuasive content and the art director has ultimate responsibility for visual communication and, particularly in the case of print work, may oversee production. Although, in many instances, either person may come up with the overall idea for the advertisement or commercial (typically referred to as the concept) and the process of collaboration often improves the work.” [1]

I was so much influenced by my teenage magz, and that made me want to work in it. I imagined myself having my own room/cubicle in a company, making some cool articles with an impressive taglines, proofreading, and so on. Even when I was once accepted in the Faculty of Psychology, the goal of the study for me was to feature the psychological articles on that magz. But then I made a maneuver by entering the State College of Accountancy and becoming a civil servant instead. The reason was classic: I wanted to graduate soon and made my own money πŸ™‚

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Does it mean that I don’t work based on my passion? I could say yes. That’s why I made this blog to let live my passion πŸ˜‰
By the way, working based on my passion still remains a dream for me. Maybe one day I will, now I’m just taking every chances with my best ❀

Ah, it's getting to the end but I suddenly remember this one thing:
When I was in elementary school, I thought of becoming a journalist, too! Journalist here means Wartawan in bahasa Indonesia. The reason was because wartawan sounds so cool for me 😎 war-ta-wan. hahaha. Related to this, I always remember my mom story's about her dreams when she was little. She said she wanted to be a "binaragawan"! Again, because she thought it sounds cool for her. LOL. I can't picture my mom becoming a binaragawan, well, it should be binaragawati, though. πŸ˜†
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23 thoughts on “EF #17: I wanted to be…

  1. Halo, Mbak Nadia.
    I’ve ever felt the editor and reporter taste even just in smaller scale. I’ve joined journalist in my faculty and it was very interesting, challenging, and forcing me to read more no matter what. #curcol

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  2. I guess your mother is a very strong one, Mbak :)).
    Hey, your working desk at the office now has a cubicle, right? :hihi.
    Yes, my blog here is also my passion, because when I write posts or comment on many posts, there is a little chance I will be feeling tired :)).

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