I was 24, married with 3 year old and one year old boys, before I applied for college. What propelled my decision, at that particular time, you may ask? And my honest answer would be, boredom. I wasn't bored being a parent. I wasn't bored staying home and playing during the day, and working part time at night. I was bored with myself. I felt the need to push myself to learn and grow, to be challenged. After parenting for 3 years, I figured I had that down. Time to try something new. This is a pattern that continues to be played out in my life. I get restless.
After receiving acceptance into an undergraduate program, I also found out I was pregnant with my third child. Surprise! Once the shock dissipated, I decided that even being pregnant wouldn't stop me from my new adventure. I was 8 months pregnant in my first summer class. Yes, it was awkward. I took 4 classes in the fall, when my daughter was 5 weeks old. My husband worked some sort of alternative schedule, which after all these years my fried mind fails to fully remember. Anyhow, we made it work; for a year anyway. Being a full time student and having 3 young children was incredibly overwhelming. I was no longer bored, but I needed a change nonetheless.
I took a break from school for a couple of years, then went back for another year. Got a full time job, mastered it, got bored, saw I had no future without a degree, went back to school again... This time however, I was determined to graduate. I was getting old! After the fastest 2 years of my life, I finally graduated. But here I am again, less than a year of graduating, I feel the need for another transition. I'm working 50 hours a week in retail sales (isn't this what I went to school to avoid?). I continue to learn and be challenged regularly, yet it's not enough. I know it will inevitably become routine, and easy, and boring. My restless nature haunts me. Content, I am not.
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