Nurse. Scratch that. Let’s do therapy. What about a school psychologist? Well, I like to travel so let’s try being a flight attendant. Working for the FBI would be pretty cool though. Let’s just go with nursing. Eh, still not feeling that. I’ll settle on therapy. Welp, that didn’t last long. Teaching. Yes, let’s be a teacher; being a teacher is definitely what I’m supposed to be doing with my life… Well, at least for right now, who knows what the coming months will bring.
I’ve always thought of myself as better than because I only changed my major once while I was in college (the first week of my freshmen year), but my friends and family are quick to remind me how many career changes I’ve considered. I genuinely forget about the many jobs I’ve imagined myself doing. Call it indecisive, a free spirit, commitment phob, or whatever else you can think of but I embrace it. I am in no rush to find my dream job. Some people have known what they wanted to do all of their lives. I have come to realize that I am not a part of that group of people. It can be quite unsettling to not have a clue as to what you want to do (I was there a few months ago, see Tip Tuesday: Figuring Out Life), but as long as I have a direction to start in, I’m pretty content. But I will say, as open to this idea as I sound, I was quite terrified of what I saw as switching identities; going from a marriage and family therapist working with teenagers on probation to a special education teacher teaching elementary school students with learning disabilities.
I left the world of therapy feeling like a bit of a failure. I had gone to school for two years, put myself in further debt, only to end up not working in that field. Of course people tell you, “oh well the experience you have can help you in whatever job you end up in.” That may be true but it doesn’t mean I didn’t feel like I wasted my time while allowing life to pass me by. I know I’m being dramatic but for a moment that’s what it felt like. However, once I got over that moment I 100% agree that I’ll be better at anything I do because of what I’ve already done. It all works for my good (Romans 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose). I didn’t make a bad choice by deciding to do therapy. I made a choice and gave it a shot and further down the road, I may give it another shot, but today I am a teacher and would not want to be anything else.
Life is not a one size fits all. Give yourself permission to consider those ideas floating around in your head. Stop complaining and do something. God doesn’t want you to be miserable. He doesn’t want you to wait until you die and hopefully make it into heaven to be happy (Ecclesiastes 3:22 Wherefore I perceive that there is nothing better, than that a man should rejoice in his own works; for that is his portion: for who shall bring him to see what shall be after him?). Get a plan together and make moves. When I decided I no longer wanted to do therapy and wanted to get into teaching (after much prayer), I knew my money was going to look funny on a full time substitute’s pay but I made the adjustments because I knew teaching is what I wanted to pursue. I did my research on how I could get certified. I used every opportunity I could to speak with special education teachers. I went all in. Although I absolutely LOVE what I do, I’m not convinced that this time next year I won’t be considering something else. This world can’t sell me on the idea that I have to pick one thing and stick to it. The only thing I’m sticking to is God, and where He leads me, I will follow.