27 was 41 years ago. No idea what was going back then.

27 was the year when:
I packed in a promising career because I could see it was headed towards things which I do not like to do;
I moved to the island where I now live for the first time: the first of four major relocations, the fourth of which brought me back here thirteen years later :);
I unceremoniously dumped my boyfriend of six years in a phone call, an action of which I am still ashamed 25 years later;
I bought my first car.
There have been a lot of ups and downs since then, but here I am, just where I wanted to be back then. Here. With a roof over my head. And an income. Un. Be. Lievable. Really.

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I always feel apprehensive about this thread.
I've started posts and deleted, deleted, deleted.

I think it's because most people have moved on and improved their lives since 27.
I'd love to go back then and change everything.
I had money saved. I should have moved back home. I could have found the job I love and retrained as a teacher.

Of course going back in time would make me the same blinkered, trying to hang on individual I was then. So apart from being impossible it wouldn't work.

Of course you can't move back in time and shouldn't. You could have found the job you love and retrained as a teacher, but it might not have turned out that way....

But why not try to be that person now, at 39? Age is just a number. Start saving, start training. You already have a job you love in a field relevant to your quest to become a teacher. I'd say at least one thrid of the student teachers who pass through our school are not typical student age.

I am seriously considering my future now. I have 30 years work ahead of me.
I am positive, because I can be; on a scale of 10 I enjoy my job as a 9.
My goodness NO-ONE I worked with in Leicester or London could say that. ETA - no-one at my salary level.

So I'm not crippled with remorse. I'm looking into a future that is so much better than five years ago.

I suppose it's a bit like looking back at old photos and thinking "What was I worried about? I was so blessed!"
I can't imagine looking back on NOW and feeling regrets.

When I was 27 I was blissfully ignorant of what a turn my life would take at 30.

I was working, going to school full time, had two in diapers and a husband who played on five (count 'em, FIVE) softball teams, a dart team, was a dedicated pool player and liked to follow the Dead in his "spare time," - wonder why that relationship tanked?

LOL.

Sorta.