Up to age 7 or so I was quite confident that I would have a flying car as an adult. I’m still pretty gutted that this is not an option. My kids think it’s hilarious, particularly what they perceive as my lack of understanding of air traffic control needed to manage such a concept.
Up about age 10 or 11 I wanted to be a newsreader on National TV, I idolised one particular newsreader but was fascinated by all. I can remember all their names, what they looked like and any specific terminology they used, over 35 years later. It didn’t happen.
At about 15 I wanted to be a stockbroker (late eighties, it was such a cool career - well, in the movies I watched). It didn’t happen.
Throughout my childhood, teens and early adulthood I assumed I would have my parents life. SAHM married to successful, wealthy husband. It didn’t happen.
Instead, I drive a traditional car (on a road) in a job that I didn’t even imagine would exist when I was young in an industry I need thought I would be interested in. I work FT, am really good at it and enjoy it plus I get well paid. I am the breadwinner for the family. Married to a wonderful man, the very best man for me in fact. Two healthy, gorgeous children and a home that I love.
I am blessed to say my expectations were simply different to my reality.