When I was ten I wanted to be a nursery nurse. I was quite specific about this.  But I’m 31 and I’ve still never changed a nappy. Then I think I wanted to be a lawyer? I’m sure there were some other things on the list, long gone from memory and deleted from the career drawing board. Some days I feel like I’m getting closer to knowing what I might like to do with my life, but mostly I find myself asking the question, how are we supposed to know what to do with our precious lives? Do you know what…