Funnily enough I always wanted to be a Journalist or a writer, then after I finished college, I took a gap year and was on my way to Uni.....until I quite unexpectedly became a father, knocked it on the head, got a job, and here I am (Lesson here, never.....ever.....have unprotected fun if you have plans to the contrary).
Can't complain too much though. My current job is pretty good, really good money, low hours, no weekends. I own my house, we have 2 (relatively) decent cars and both my girls are doing well at school and growing up into the kind of kids you hope for (and are also fairly mean gamers
Overall I have a good quality of life considering I've only just hit my thirties but it has been more luck than judgement if I'm honest.
Paradoxical though how you spend your entire childhood and teenage years desperately wanting to be older.....then you hit Thirty and want nothing more than to be 16 again.