I want to go back to school.
There I said it. I said it, I typed it. Soon I will publish it and I cannot take it back.
It has been on my mind for awhile. For a variety of reasons I feel as though I have closed the chapter of my life as an Early Childhood Educator. I loved being an ECE. I love continuing to be an ECE with my friend's kids but other than that, done. I am one practicum shy of my certificates in Community Support Work and Special Education. Both fields that I am really, really interested in and would be honoured to call either a career.
But that is not what I mean. I want more. I want more education. My only true regret is not taking my education more seriously during the time that it should have been my priority. That said, I don't regret a single moment I spent with the minds of our most amazing. Some would say this was the journey I was meant to take.
I want to be a Speech and Language Pathologist.
Or a Developmental Psychologist.
Those are my secrets. I fascinate about either and have truly believed that those are dreams long gone to seed. Until the other day. I was explaining to my dear son some touchy feely lesson and it came to me. If I want him to truly believe it is never to late to follow a dream then I should show him. I owe it to both of us.
I have no idea how to go about his. I have started looking at online schooling and so on and so forth. There are no time limits, no expectations.
Just the acknowledgement of a dream and the commitment to go there.