Someone asked me recently what I wanted to be when I grew up. I proceeded to give them an incredibly long winded answer, an answer I will now share with you all. It's something I've gone over before, but probably not in this much detail.
My dream job...that really changes a lot actually. I can never stick at something it seems. When I was really really really, stupidly, young I actually wanted to be a fighter pilot for the RAF (our air force) but that soon changed when I gained a fear of heights...I actually have a fear of adrenaline too. I can't go on rollercoasters. When I got older and my love of computers and video games grew I wanted to be a games designer or a programmer. I actually went to college for that but I left as it turned out the work wasn't for me. Other things happened that lead to me leaving but I stayed long enough to learn that.
After that I was struck by a realisation. I have always, always, been incredibly good at dispensing advice and listening to people. I can even get them to open up at times and work out things about them they didn't know. So I realised that deep down the one thing I had really always wanted to be, and the one thing I was really suited for, was psychiatry. I did a very short university course in it and it went pretty well. It was a subject that interested me and something that I was good at too. I didn't have the confidence though to go on and do more studying of psychology and I've never had much money so that stopped me too.
About two years ago I started a blog for the hay of it. Over the course of that blog I started writing fiction stories as well as my non-fiction posts and I've even written one hundred and two hundred word stories. I came to think that really I might have a knack for this writing stuff. All this time later and I'm now actually a published author. So I seem to be a writer now. I'm not really making money, but I'm published and, depending on what I write, I enjoy what I do. For the most part.
What about you?