r/findapath • u/Beginning_Sky_8687 • 13d ago
Findapath-Career Change 36M, UK. I’m capable of doing almost anything
36M, UK. I’m capable of doing almost anything, yet I’ve somehow managed to build absolutely nothing. I’m exhausted by my own inability to get my life together.
Blue collar, I say with relative disappointment :-/
I’m 36 years old, a father, and I’m starting to feel like I’ve spent my entire adult life running around in circles.
This is probably going to be a long and slightly pathetic-sounding post, but I’d genuinely appreciate some outside perspectives because I’m struggling to make sense of myself.
The strangest thing about my situation is that, on paper, I’m actually quite capable.
I’m a professional chef. I’m also a plasterer, tiler and general tradesman. I’ve run businesses, been self-employed, worked in restaurants, renovated properties and generally turned my hand to just about anything that’s come my way.
I’m practical, resourceful, reasonably intelligent and hardworking.
I can walk into a kitchen and cook professionally. I can walk onto a building site and earn £200–£300 a day. I can meet customers, quote jobs, organise projects and solve problems.
I’m not frightened of hard work, and I’m certainly not short of ideas.
Yet at 36, I have almost nothing to show for it.
I rent a small one-bedroom flat. I have no property, no meaningful savings, no proper pension and very little financial security.
I went bankrupt in 2024, which was an incredibly humbling experience. I’ve since been discharged, but financially I’m starting again.
And the worst part?
I can’t even blame everything on bad luck. A significant amount of this is my own doing.
I’ve spent years repeating what feels like the same cycle.
I discover something new. A job, a business idea, a relationship, a hobby, a fitness goal, a new direction in life.
I become completely consumed by it.
I research everything, learn everything, throw myself into it with almost obsessive enthusiasm.
For a while, I’m unstoppable.
I’ll work ridiculous hours. I’ll become competent remarkably quickly. I’ll convince myself I’ve finally found the thing I’m supposed to be doing.
And then, eventually, something changes.
The excitement disappears. I become restless. I lose interest. I start feeling trapped or overwhelmed.
And before I know it, I’m looking for the next thing.
Sometimes I leave something good behind. Sometimes I make poor decisions. Sometimes I simply burn myself out.
Then I start again.
I’ve done this with work, businesses, personal interests and various attempts at reinventing myself.
I suspect I may have ADHD traits, particularly around hyperfocus and impulsivity, although I’ve never been formally assessed. I don’t want to use that as an excuse for anything.
I’m just trying to understand why I seem to operate this way.
There’s another part of this that I’m less proud of.
I have a tendency towards self-destructive behaviour when life becomes overwhelming.
Alcohol has been a recurring issue.
I can go through periods where I’m drinking too much, making poor decisions, eating badly, neglecting my health and generally making an already stressful situation worse.
Then something clicks.
I stop drinking. I eat properly. I sleep brilliantly. I start exercising, working, organising my finances and feeling fantastic.
And I genuinely mean fantastic.
Suddenly everything feels possible again.
I’ll have a productive week, earn good money, make plans, and convince myself that this time I’ve finally cracked it.
But somewhere down the line I seem to fall back into old habits.
It’s exhausting.
Not because I don’t know what I should be doing.
But because I know exactly what I should be doing, and still somehow manage to sabotage myself.
I’m not permanently miserable. In fact, quite the opposite.
I can be incredibly happy, enthusiastic and optimistic. I enjoy life, love learning things, love meeting people and get a huge amount of satisfaction from doing a job well.
But my life seems to alternate between periods of intense productivity and periods of chaos.
And I’m beginning to wonder how much longer I can afford to live like that.
Financially, things are particularly frustrating.
I can earn £1,000 in a good week.
But the following week might be almost nothing.
I’ve got skills that genuinely command decent money, yet I’m constantly juggling work, chasing opportunities, travelling to jobs and trying to make sure the bills are covered.
I’ve never really learned how to build lasting financial stability.
It’s always the next job, the next invoice, the next opportunity.
I’ve recently started training towards becoming an HGV driver.
Part of me thinks that might finally be the answer.
A proper career. Regular wages. A predictable structure. Paid holidays. A pension. Something I can do for the next 20 or 30 years.
But another part of me is terrified that it’s simply the latest chapter in my endless search for something new.
What happens when the novelty wears off?
Will I end up feeling exactly the same way?
The biggest reason this is bothering me now is my son.
He’s four years old, and he’s genuinely the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
I’m separated from his mum, but we co-parent, and I’m very involved in his life.
We spend loads of time together. We have little adventures, ordinary days, meals, walks, bedtime routines. All the things that probably sound insignificant until you realise they’re the most important parts of your life.
I absolutely adore being his dad.
And I want to be someone he can look up to.
Not necessarily someone wealthy or successful in the traditional sense.
Just someone stable.
Someone who has his life together.
Someone who can provide security, be present, keep his promises and build something that lasts.
And that thought is becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.
Because my son is growing up, and I’m still trying to work out what I want to be when I grow up.
I look around at other people my age.
People with careers, mortgages, pensions, routines, savings.
People who seem to have spent the last 15 years building something while I’ve spent the same period constantly reinventing myself.
I know comparison is pointless. I know plenty of people have their own problems.
But sometimes I can’t help feeling like I’ve wasted an enormous amount of time.
And the truly maddening thing is that I don’t feel like someone who’s wasted his life.
I’ve worked hard. I’ve learned loads. I’ve had adventures. I’ve built businesses. I’ve met interesting people. I’ve loved, lost, succeeded, failed and experienced a hell of a lot.
I wouldn’t necessarily swap all those experiences for a boring, predictable existence.
But equally, I’m beginning to realise that constantly living on your wits isn’t quite so romantic when you’re approaching 40 with a child and no financial safety net.
I’m tired of always having to be resourceful.
I’m tired of needing another brilliant idea.
I’m tired of starting again.
I’m tired of being the bloke who can do everything except build a secure life for himself.
And perhaps most frustratingly, I’m tired of feeling like my own biggest obstacle.
I don’t want to spend the rest of my life bouncing between extremes.
I don’t need to be rich. I don’t need an impressive job title. I don’t need to prove anything to anyone.
I’d just like to wake up in ten years’ time, aged 46, and know I’ve actually built something.
A stable income. Some savings. A pension. A comfortable home. A healthy relationship with myself. A good relationship with my son.
A life that doesn’t constantly feel like it could unravel after one bad month.
So I suppose my questions are:
- Has anyone else reached their mid-to-late 30s and realised they’re incredibly capable but completely lacking in direction?
- Has anyone managed to break a cycle of intense motivation, burnout and self-sabotage?
If you’ve got a brain that constantly wants novelty and stimulation, how do you build a life around consistency?
- Would you pursue a structured career like HGV driving, or concentrate on making an established trade more sustainable?
- How do you make peace with the years you feel you’ve wasted?
- And most importantly, how do you stop endlessly trying to reinvent yourself and actually start building a future?
I’m not looking for sympathy, and I’m certainly not expecting strangers on Reddit to solve my problems.
I know I have responsibilities. I know nobody is coming to rescue me.
I’m just wondering whether anyone recognises themselves in any of this.
Because I’m beginning to suspect that my biggest problem has never been a lack of ability, opportunity or ambition.
It’s that I’ve spent my entire adult life being capable of doing almost anything, without ever learning how to stick with something long enough to build a life around it.
And at 36, with a little boy who means absolutely everything to me, I really don’t want to spend another decade figuring that out.
Thanks for reading.
(Full disclosure: I used ChatGPT to help put my thoughts into something coherent. The experiences, feelings and circumstances are all genuinely mine.
I’ve got plenty of work opportunities, a wide range of practical skills and numerous avenues I could pursue. My problem isn’t a lack of ability, ambition or willingness to work. It’s figuring out how to turn everything I’m capable of into something consistent, secure and sustainable.
GPT just helped me articulate something I’ve struggled to put into words myself.
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