I think I changed my mind every two months when I was a child. My first ever dream job? Being a Gift-wrapper (I’m pretty sure there’s no such title) at a supermarket. I guess that if your parents allow you to wrap a few Christmas gifts when you’re a 6-year-old kid, it can be such an exciting and life-changing experience that you picture an entire career around it. When I realised that it could be a bit challenging to support myself being a Gift-wrapper – let’s not forget, it’s a seasonal activity, and I was a child of very distinctive and luxurious tastes – I decided I wanted something else for my life. Something more achievable and that paid better. I wanted to become a pop singer. My mom always made me believe I was incredibly talented (to all the kids out there, please don’t trust your moms) and supported my singing and dancing. I wrote songs, produced music videos and performed to a live audience of three loyal fans (mom, dad and grandmother).   As you may imagine, I didn’t become a pop singer. But it didn’t stop there. After that, I dreamed to become a hair stylist, an … Continue reading I want it all.