I think, at the grand old age of 27 I am figuring out that actually people don't become adults in their own minds until they reach around about the 25-ish year old mark.
I spent my GSCE years laid up in bed due to ill health, knew my exams were up the wall, didn't want to go back to 'school' (college) so started a hairdressing NVQ, for 6 months I swept up hair and made coffee for clients, learnt sod all about hairdressing other than what I'd read in magazines etc. and got £80 a week for doing it.
In that time, at 17 I'd moved in with DH, we got married, we moved out of my home town, had our three boys, and life passed by for years without anything really getting in the way.
Then at 25, I found myself in the uncomfortable position, married for the best part of 10 years, 3 kids, a house to look after, no time for me, we've moved so many times I have no friends, no family for 100's of miles, and pretty much heading deeper into the cave that I couldn't find my way out of.
However, slowly I am finding my way, since April this year I have been studying, nothing major, but something I am very interested in, I have got top marks all the way through, so I have already 'passed', I've two more assignments (will be done before the end of the summer hols) and then I can call myself qualified.
I have an appointment at the job centre on the 25th Aug, to see if they can give me any advice on starting my own business, and if they can't then I am hoping they can tell me where to go for the advice.
By christmas I am hoping to have got the business off the ground, and whilst I'm not expecting to be making any profit, I'll be doing something for me, that's not being a mum, that will hopefully eventually lead to me being finacially independant, and that no one can say I don't bloody deserve!
Did my teenage years lead me here? I don't know, but whatever did, I am becoming more and more glad of it