When I was growing up everyone told me I was going to be a scientist. So I studied chemistry and did well, making it to a respectable graduate program. In a depression, I washed out. I didn't like it for a lot of reasons, but even all together it doesn't seem like reason enough. It was my only big life goal, after all.
Still, I don't think about it much anymore. It's been exhausting and fruitless. Now I have a job in Sheboygan as an analytical chemist, but I'm just a working stiff. It's the kinds of techniques I've practiced for years, but there's no creativity or sense of purpose. My manager recently said my colleagues and I are "...in a sense, scientists." In the field, but qualified. An excellent choice of words.
In short, working, and hoping I find something better so that in 20 years I don't look around and think "Really? This?"