I think I was about 26 when I finally realised that my professional sporting dreams would never be achieved. There was a significant shift in my sports viewing that helped me fully accept this new position. Surprisingly I almost missed it. Essentially my amazement at the young age of up-and-coming stars was replaced by shock that older players could still take the heat. It was time for me to change tack; I began a pursuit in the arts. Surely now that I had lived on this earth for nearly three decades my worldly outlook would be appreciated by the creative sector. About a fortnight ago I came to realise that my dreams in the arts would also not be achieve. I was 38 years old and the new wave art movement was comprised of people barely half my age. It was time to head in a new direction. A solid career is what I needed. I knew a couple of people that pulled some strings and I gained a midlevel entry position at a catering company. Another realisation arrived almost immediately: I never should’ve tried to do anything with my life; people without dreams or aspirations are now 20 years and several hundred thousand dollars in front of me.