interesting subject to come up. I've been wrestling with this one for a while now.
from the time I was 4 I wanted to do the marine biology thing. do the research boat thing. lots of diving, make some films that sort of thing.
I got my dive certs when I was 11. I took oceanography classes at the end of elementary school and in Jr high(went to good schools then, had lots of options).
then about a month or so before my 14th birthday my parents moved us to Missouri. quite a ways from the nearest ocean, most of the water was a nice dirt brown with snakes in it. the science & math classes available were about 3 years behind the schools I had gone to before. I didn't make 1 dive for the next 7 years.
since then it wasn't a matter of what I wanted to do so much as what would pay the bills. nothing really interested me, but I got married right out of school and had kids to feed. I did a lot of jobs from selling fish, working in the shipyards, to running the computers and finance division for an insurance brokerage.
I eventually ended up building and repairing boilers. it's interesting enough, challenging, and not much 'office-politics' crap to deal with. I'm good at it, excellent pension plan, the pay ain't bad and usually the job ends and they lay you off before you get sick of a project and quit. there are a lot worse ways to make a living and most guys in my family end up doing it anyway.
about a year and a half ago I was injured. aside from the neck damage (which makes it pretty much impossible to wear a welding hood again), I also received an inner-ear injury. it completely trashes my sense of balance, situational awareness, and ability to concentrate or focus my eyes for any length of time (all of these work together to turn my normal work environment into a death-trap). to top it all off I get seasick standing on dry ground and can only read very short bits at a time with a severely limited comprehension (went from reading 500-700 pages a week to less than 250 in recreational reading in the last 19 months).
so now at 38 years old I get to try and figure out what I want to do for the next 27 years (thats another bonus, had I been able to stay at my present job I would get full retirement at 58, now I get to work an extra 7).
I have no idea what to do now. plus my original plans for retirement are pretty much off the table (learn to sail, move to the islands and make some spare cash doing a 'rent a dive buddy' type thing.)
I'm supposed to see some vocational counselor this month, hope he has some ideas.