So, to keep a long dramatic story short, after a few months of giant life upheavals, and my last relationship ending officially on a bittersweet, but inspirational note, I found myself doing a lot of soul searching, and ended up with a dilemma.
The good news is, i came out of it finding my true calling, the one that, the more I think about it, the more it feels like the exact thing my spirit's been calling me to do--and, at the very least, the calling that has a more stable financial base than my current job.
I intend to become a teacher. Specially, English and/or literature.
The conflict: Accomplishing this essentially involves a do-over for a good chunk of my young adult life. I'd be pretty much starting out from where I was 4 years ago, going back to college, but with a much stronger focus on what I want to do. (disregarding the extra coursework I did last year, I already have an AA in Liberal Arts, which is basically a degree in "What The Fuck Am I Doing Here?"). Because I'm the type that easily loses focus if I don't commit gung ho to something, doing this more than likely means leaving my current job, which should be okay, since that professional relationship is going into the shitter anyway, but still involves taking something that will let me just break even after bills, books, and food. The bigger kick in the teeth: this may very well involve me moving back in with my mother for a time, which is doubly awkward since she was the one warning me against doing most of the shit that's happened in the last year or so to begin with.
But, fact is, the idea of doing this makes me happier than anything that's happened professionally in the last 5 years, which has admittedly involved a lot of really cool stuff. Christ, its making me smile just thinking about it while I type. But this does, essentially, involve taking a step backward for a couple of years, and being in my mid-20s, and having barely gotten out from a life of lecture halls and living under my mother's roof, the idea of what I'm going to have to do to pull this off does carry a somewhat pronounced disappointment.
Am I making the right move here? Is following my heart worth spending even more of my 20s in school? Any Chewers been through this same situation? Advice, opinions, encouragement, damning with faint praise, prick-waving threats to manhood from Devin?
The good news is, i came out of it finding my true calling, the one that, the more I think about it, the more it feels like the exact thing my spirit's been calling me to do--and, at the very least, the calling that has a more stable financial base than my current job.
I intend to become a teacher. Specially, English and/or literature.
The conflict: Accomplishing this essentially involves a do-over for a good chunk of my young adult life. I'd be pretty much starting out from where I was 4 years ago, going back to college, but with a much stronger focus on what I want to do. (disregarding the extra coursework I did last year, I already have an AA in Liberal Arts, which is basically a degree in "What The Fuck Am I Doing Here?"). Because I'm the type that easily loses focus if I don't commit gung ho to something, doing this more than likely means leaving my current job, which should be okay, since that professional relationship is going into the shitter anyway, but still involves taking something that will let me just break even after bills, books, and food. The bigger kick in the teeth: this may very well involve me moving back in with my mother for a time, which is doubly awkward since she was the one warning me against doing most of the shit that's happened in the last year or so to begin with.
But, fact is, the idea of doing this makes me happier than anything that's happened professionally in the last 5 years, which has admittedly involved a lot of really cool stuff. Christ, its making me smile just thinking about it while I type. But this does, essentially, involve taking a step backward for a couple of years, and being in my mid-20s, and having barely gotten out from a life of lecture halls and living under my mother's roof, the idea of what I'm going to have to do to pull this off does carry a somewhat pronounced disappointment.
Am I making the right move here? Is following my heart worth spending even more of my 20s in school? Any Chewers been through this same situation? Advice, opinions, encouragement, damning with faint praise, prick-waving threats to manhood from Devin?
