Where did it all go wrong?

What did you want to be when you grew up when you were at school? Astronaut? Fireman? Tomato? I wanted to be a rock'n'roll star. Or more specifically Noel Gallagher. I probably wasn't alone either. In fact I'm positive i wasn't because the other three members of the band i was in wanted the same thing. Maybe not Noel. The singer wanted to be Liam. He may deny that now, but he did. We all wanted to be famous. We all wanted, or maybe just hoped, we would be as big as Oasis.
Although, most 16-20 year olds in 1996 wanted to be a rock star.

Its now 2009. I'm 28 in two days. Its fair to say I'm not a rock'n'roll star. Not even close. We made a demo in 1999, played a couple of gigs, and two of us fucked off to Uni. That was that.
I work in customer services, for a major high street bank. What happened? How did this happen?

I could blame the education system. How, at 14 years old, are you supposed to make a decision that will effect the rest of your life. Choose your "options", which means picking subjects that you would to do at GCSE. Why in Gods name did i choose Art. Played the guitar, sang in a church choir, and despite not choosing Music or Drama, was the male lead in the school play. I couldn't draw.......anything. Useless i was. Do you know why i chose Art? Because i had a vague interest in Archaeology. According to the computer system we used to identify possible careers that linked with our subject options, Art would be useful, along with History, Maths, English and Science. I say again, how at the age of 14, am i supposed to know that i will definitely want to be an archaeologist. FOURTEEN. A boy of that age has only one interest. Wanking! Sorry, but its true. That and music and football, generally speaking.
So, there i was, stuck with my decision. To try and draw and paint, with the slight possibility that i may or may not grow up to be Tony Robinson's Digger-up-of-old-Roman-pots on Time Team.
You won't be surprised to learn, I'm not. I'm also not in my 50's with a massive, bushy grey beard, pretending to be Indiana Jones, minus the Nazis chasing after me.

The fact that I'm not an archaeologist is my own fault. Mainly because i never really wanted to be one. That was pretty obvious to me early on. I also never wanted to become a lawyer and yet i found myself doing a Law degree.
They say that you don't truly know what you want to do, career wise, until your 40. That's as maybe, but its a bit late then. You can't use that as an excuse, when you're under paid and miserable, in a job you never wanted to do in the first place. In your 20's.

Some people are lucky. They know exactly what they want to be from the beginning. Some people fall, accidentally into a job they love and live happily ever after. Some people never find their true calling and just accept their lot in life and get on with it.
I think I've found what i want to do. I'm lucky in some respects, that i can do it as a hobby, or i can be serious without ever earning any money from it. Or i can catch a break and it can be my career. I'm doing it right now. I probably don't do it enough, or try hard enough and create an opportunity for myself to do this for a living. Have to start somewhere.

Where did it all go wrong? I think maybe i just don't know. Do i need to know? Would it help to know?

All i do know is that when I'm sat at work, I'm wishing i was always doing this.