Sometimes it takes a little while to discover what you want to do when you grow up.
My daughter, Claire, is following in my footsteps in that regard, although she made her decision a little earlier than me.
She has decided to finish up her final two years and graduate from Wayne State College with a degree in graphic design, but then pursue more education.
She needs more education because she has decided she wants to be a veterinary technician.
I'm not surprised, and am really excited for her.
The fact she wants to work with animals is less of a surprise than the fact she chose a different path to begin college.
Claire has always loved animals, and they've always loved her.
We have always had dogs and cats around the house, and they have been her constant companion.
There was a time when she wanted to be a veterinarian. Not sure what made her change her mind, but I know what made her change her mind again.
Claire is spending the summer at The Humphrey Democrat, help that has made my job a lot easier. I am not sure what it will be like around the office when she heads back to college, although she said she still wants to help.
Claire enjoys being in the office, typing, designing ads, handling some bookkeeping. But the newspaper is my career, not hers.
Sitting behind a desk all day is not as exciting to her as caring for animals.
She decided what she really wants to do with her life after two years of college. It took me three.
I entered Wayne State as an education major, intent on becoming a teacher and coach.
The deeper I got into my major, the more doubts I started to have.
I wondered if I could stand up in front of a classroom of kids and teach them anything.
I wondered if I could handle a group of kids.
I wondered if I could make learning enjoyable.
I wondered what else I would do with my life.
I wondered if I could coach.
That's a lot of wondering.
But after a lot of internal debate, I decided that if I had these doubts before even stepping foot in a classroom, I owed it to myself and any future students to change paths.
So what would I do?
It turned out not to take much soul-searching, and I didn't have to look far to find another career.
At the time, my friends in college were broadcast majors. I knew I didn't want to talk for a living, but I liked the idea of writing and reporting.
I always had enjoyed writing, so the transition seemed natural.
It did not come without some trepidation.
I was going into my fourth year of college, and had invested three years of time and money into something I no longer wanted to do.
Fortunately, my mother was understanding, making the process easier.
I headed back to college that fall, changed my major and never looked back.
To this day, I know I made the right choice. And even though there were times when I wondered if I could have made it in the classroom, I headed down the right career path.
It is good to know Claire feels the same way.
Patrick Murphy, of Columbus, Neb., is a former assistant managing editor of The Telegram.