Sometimes I like to dream, to wonder about what might have been. Last week while I was in Sydney and I had too much time to think sitting on the ferry I started to think about what might have happened if I had stayed in Sydney. Would I be married with 4 kids by now, or rather would I be married at all? Would I own my own house or still be in renting hell, or worse still living at home with the parents at 34?

Would I be working in the ever changing and always rewarding world of disability or would I be stuck in a job I don’t really love. Would I have travelled and worked overseas like I had originally planned? Would I be as ridiculously happy in my life as I am now or would I be miserable.

At the end of the day it doesn’t matter, because it’s not the life I’m leading it’s an alternate reality that wasn’t meant to be.