I thought I'd touch a little on expectations.. we all have them. In this instance I'm going to blog a little about life expectations.

From an early age we all have things we want to be or do..some realistic, some not so. Indeed when I was in school I can remember speaking to the careers advisor about various options. My fellow students would state desires to be footballers and astronauts, join the army and all the other common expectations at such an age..

However me, I knew from the age of 12 or so that all I wanted was to be a husband and a father. I didn't want to change the world, make a mint, or become a superstar. I simply wanted someone to come home too whose priority I was, and they were mine, a couple of kids to impart some wisdom too and dote on horribly, a house in the burbs, a steady income and maybe a cheap old four door to get us from A to B... essentially the things that millions worldwide take for granted day in and day out..

The eye opener for me came around my 30th birthday when I had yet to come close to almost any of those mundane expectations... the jobs I had tended to be short lived (more due to the state of the economy and country than anything I did, indeed I've never quit or been fired whatever the job I've done in my life ever, yet still I have a few redundancies under the belt all of which knocked me for six), as a result of which I never had the money to get my own home or simple little four door, and lacking the means to socialise enough to meet many women (and being of a larger build than I once was..read pie muncher the field is somewhat smaller than it once was for me to wander through in that regard) and the ones I do meet tend to be either less than expected with bugbears of thier own they "Really" need to deal with before getting into a relationship, or not as they portray themselves.

Short and wide of which, is here I am now in my 33rd year, single and forced by circumstance to be living in the spare room at my folks once again.. How the world turns, actually it turned out to be fortuitous (see later blurb) as things would turn out. But isnt it funny how we start out with expectations both simple and extreme but never really knowing from one day to the next how things will turn out.

It has alwasy amused me how diverse and unexpected the moments are in which we live.. indeed we are all on a ship headed to the same destination (our eventual demise), but the route we found ourselves going along the way varies wildly from whatever we expect or oftentimes hope for, but its certainly never dull