When I was about 8 I wanted to be a policeman. That was until I got until my teenage years and realised the majority of police are arrogant tossers.
When I was 10-14 I wanted to be a footballer. I was ‘alright’ at football, but just never quite good enough…my boots are long hung up, but I can still envisage my celebration after scoring a last minute winner in the cup final.
When I was 13-15 I wanted to be a cameraman. Particularly a cameraman for sport. The lure of getting to watch all kinds top sporting events for free was the attraction, nothing else.
When I was 16 I wanted to be in a band. On stage in front of thousands of people who hung off my every word, what could be better?
By the time I was 18 I was still rubbish at football; had never used a camera; I couldn’t sing and couldn’t play an instrument (I did attempt to learn the guitar once, but it hurt my wee little fingers). I also started temporary work in an office.
During my early to mid-twenties I thought I’d have this ‘life’ thing sewn up by the time I was 30. But by the time I reached 27/28 I realised I wasn’t going down the same path as my friends – I wouldn’t have it ‘sewn-up’. I was doing what I wanted to do, not what I was supposed to do.
When I was 29, I was still working for the same company I’d been at since I was 18 – more through laziness than anything else. I’m not a career person, but it was comfortable, why rock my own boat?
When I was 30 I’d figured out what I wanted to do and took steps towards achieving it.
When I’m 31…I’m still an over-analytical cynical git; people make it complicated sometimes. On the whole though…it’s a whole lot of simpleness.