My "goals" changed with my age.
When I was very young I wanted to be a race car driver. Then I thought I'd be "a book writer" (as I called it). In my early teens I wanted to be a cartoonist. I was very influenced by Charles Schulz's "Peanuts" and thought that perhaps I could take over the strip for Schulz whenever he retired...but then, not only did the guy practically die at his drawing board, he decreed that the strip die with him. Geez, way to crush a kid's dream there, Chuck. Thanks for nothin'. Heh heh heh )
While I was in college I thought it would be cool to be a rock music journalist. Unfortunately by the time I left college the music scene was starting to suck.
Somewhere in between I probably wanted to be Lita Ford's after-show towel boy and love slave too...haha :D
...none of the above ever worked out for various reasons (mostly due to my own ineptitude, naivete and/or fear of rejection/failure), so now I'm a middle aged nerd with a day job who writes blogs on the side that nobody reads...just like ten zillion other people whose dreams didn't pan out. Haha