Written by Phara from Your Mirror or Mine
When I was 17 and graduating from high school, my aspiration was to become a designer. I wanted to live in
“Dad, I really want to go to school in
And just like that, I wasn’t going to
“This school is expensive. You’re going to graduate in four years, right?”
“Yes dad, four years.”
I kept my promise, got a job as a second grade teacher, and taught for one year. Now teaching is a noble profession, it just wasn’t for me. Next……
I don’t know how I happened upon my next career, but here’s conversation number three.
“Dad, I’m a urology nurse now. I love it and am really good at it.”
“Are you doing what I think you’re doing in that profession?” my dad asked.
“Yeah, probably. Try not to think about it”, I said.
Fast forward twenty years. I am now in my forties. I have two teenage kids, one about to leave for college, and I’m still dreaming about design. I don’t have the long flowing hair, I look like a fly when I wear Jackie O sunglasses, and the occasional excursion from
“Dad, I’ve quit nursing and gotten my certificate in design”.
“You’re really good at decorating, huh?”
“Yeah, dad, I am”.
“Guess you should have gone to school and done that in the first place”.