When I was 19 I was fed up with school. I didn't have a professional education but I was done. I didn't know what I wanted anyway so I went to work in all sorts of professions from administration to working in a shop. After a few years when I was married and wanted kids I stopped working. Back then people simply could do that.
Now I work with elderly people helping to clean their homes with them for 9 years already.
After 30 years I decided yesterday that I'm going back to studying.
I always thought of doing something, learning something but the thought of being in a classroom with young kids held me back. Yesterday when I was visiting my sis a client came into her shop and told her about a course she was doing. About elderly people and dementia and other things. She was so very enthusiastic about it that I thought that this was just the thing I had been looking for! It is fitting for my job and maybe one day I can move on from that (you never know with all the cutbacks these days after all) but let's first concentrate on this.
It's a step forward from where I left it off 30 years ago. I always put it off. It would come one day.
I think my dad is doing a happy dance on his cloud in heaven. He wanted more for me and always pushed me to do better and more and I always was reluctant to as a lot of teenagers are. Dad will think I've finally have seen the light. It's never too late I suppose. This is a start anyway.