When I grow up...

Today I went and purchased new glasses and it has got me thinking once again about my poor career choice. When I left school at 17 I embarked on a four year optometry degree. Towards the end of second year I started to realise that it probably wasn't going to be something I loved but I thought I would keep on going and it might get better. It didn't. But by then I was so close to finishing that it seemed silly not to (I am not very good at not finishing things I start which is not always a good thing, like getting stuck reading a bad book). My first job was horrible and I had moments were I had to go the bathroom and have a quiet cry. So after less than two years in a grown up job I took a break to go and worked as a trainee at my church. I had a great year, heaps of fun! I dabbled in optometry again a few hours a week but the commute was longer than I was there so that soon ended. After that year was up I gave optometry another try. This time I worked part time at an OPSM store where I had done some casual dispensing work during uni so I knew the people and it was a great working environment. The other part of the week I worked at UNSW doing a masters research degree into colour vision in adults with Down Syndrome. Then MiniMe came along and there has been no more optometry and the desire to return to it is not there. In fact I have officially retired from the optometry association. So what to do in my retirement? The idea of making another wrong choice scares me and so I put it on the back burner to think about later. For the next few years I will be a 'stay at home' Mum but then what? What will I do when I grow up?