Oh I've chewed it like a wasp for years.
Really quite a bright person, I drifted through school, was told by my parents what GCSEs to take - so I buggered them up.
Got in with a stupid prick of a boyfriend aged 17-19/20. Left him, met someone else, moved in and was pregnant at 22. Relationship failed 3 months after birth.
2 years later, I met my now husband. We went on to have a child together.
All along, I always dreamt of being a midwife, but I had zero qualifications. I then forever promised myself I'd get round to it eventually.
I'm now mid 40's, and I haven't got round to it. Life has thrown a couple of curveballs along the way (DS2 had a significant childhood illness) and I was a SAHM until DS1 was 16 and DS2 was 11.
I loved being a SAHM, but always had a sadness I hadn't achieved what I wanted. I'm not sure that'll ever go away, and it always makes me feel sad when I hear about other young women ending up in the situation that I was in.
Now though, I can look back and feel fortunate that I didn't work through those years. We're lucky to have two really flipping delightful young men and I often pat myself on the back and think having me around probably helped (who knows?!)
So I've kind of made peace with it. I now work in a lovely, but hard role, in the social care sector, part time. I think I'll try and expand on this in time - perhaps look at getting myself a qualification etc - but I've decided I'm not going to kick myself if I don't, I've done enough of that over the years!