The first thing I remember wanting to be as a kid was a knight, in shining armour. I would have had a massive red plume on my helmet, and rode a white horse and lived in a castle with a drawbridge. I then did a project on Space at school and wanted to be an astronaut. I’m not sure which black hole that dream disappeared in to but by the age of about 14 I think I moved on to far more realistic pursuits.
I did work experience in a hospital when being a doctor was an idea. The only thing I really remember about this was doing a test that indicated I had a lung issue. I also did a lot of work experience with vets and I think that was my first proper career goal. As education went on and after I’d spent a freezing cold morning assisting the pregnancy testing an entire herd of cows I decided that doing that till I was 70 years old possibly wasn’t my thing / wasn’t going to happen (although at least I would have had one warm arm). So I reverted back to humans and went for becoming an Optometrist.
Unfortunately for me I kinda sucked at A-Levels, so I went to uni to get a Law degree and now work for a food company doing something I have difficulty in describing to anyone who doesn’t have experience of it themselves. Let’s just agree with most that I count beans. I’m obviously nowhere near the careers I thought about all those years ago.
I’ve thought a few times, especially during redundancy consultations, whether a change in career path would be a good thing. Since starting to earn a salary I’ve debated psychology as well as graphic design. I like to understand how things work and like to build things and I’ve come to appreciate things that are well crafted. However, I have been accepting that I work to earn enough money to live to a level where I’m happy and not necessarily go chasing things I know nothing about in this line – there are more important things in life.
Truth be told, I’m still disappointed about having to grow up. Two tell a second truth, I’m still holding aspirations of being someone’s knight in shining armour!
Being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up.
These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters
is just following your heart
and eventually you’ll finally get it right.
In This Diary by The Ataris