Hold my hand, internets. I'm skeered.
When I was a fresh-faced 17-year-old, I enrolled in college to pursue a degree in Psychology focusing mainly on children. I took a job at a government mental health facility as a respite worker for troubled kids. I ADORED working with the children, but the way they were handled and the jaded dispositions of everyone above me left me with a horrible taste for the career path.
Next I attended a career school for real estate. I loved my work and made great money. The hours were so ideal I figured this would be the perfect career for me to stick with after having children. Well, I don't have to tell you guys what's happened to the housing inustry in the United States. The career of Realtor has changed so much and is so unsure, I just don't see myself surviving out there right now.
The kids are going to get older. They're going to go to school and not need me sitting at home all day
I enrolled back in college.
I'm nervous, excited, and hopeful. The ultimate goal that my husband and I have worked out is me finishing this program, get my foot in the door at the university hospital where my mom works, start contributing to our health insurance and retirement, and secure a discount on our kids' college tuitions.
Big steps. Adult steps. College text books again. Exams again. My head is a bid swirly.
This is a good thing, though.