I've been living in Scarborough in the north-east of England since 1991 after a childhood spent moving and an 'adulthood' filled with many highs and many lows. I've always drawn and painted, but only over the past five years or so did it feel more and more like my true path. It crept up on me slowly, art can be sneaky like that.
I'm 5'3" on a good day and have a daughter who passed me in height by 11! My first class degree in English literature is no help whatsoever for painting (unless you count being able to read art books really, really thoroughly), but it was expensive and hard work and seems a shame to ignore it.
I paint because it's such a challenge. So much can happen between the first brush stroke and the last and, if you lose focus, it will fall apart. There is no end to it, the next painting is always calling.