Do You Get Too Old to Follow Your Dream?
Perhaps the best self-improvement tool is to follow your dream regardless of your age.
Here’s my story
When I was 11 years old, I became quite ill and had to spend some time in a hospital located quite some distance from the town where we lived. One of the nursing students was from my town, and she became my hero. She loved what she was doing, and we became friends even though I was just a kid. I decided right then that I wanted to be a nurse and I held that vision throughout my teens.
In my junior year of high school, we took a battery of tests, including an “aptitude” test. The results of that test were quite clear. I should stay away from any scientific field. What I would be really great at doing was teaching and what I should teach was languages. That was interesting but what I wanted to do was go to the nursing school in the hospital where I met nursing.
I applied and was accepted.With the exception of chemistry, I did well—I made a decent grade but never understood it. Being with the patients was what I loved the most. While I hated surgery, I loved pediatrics, was scared to death of the doctors, and somehow graduated at the top of my class. I made high scores on the Nursing Boards and was finally an R.N.
Nursing, as a profession, was in the throes of significant change. Education was gradually being removed from the 3-year hospital programs and put into the hands of the college system. I eventually went back to school and worked toward a bachelor and masters degree in Nursing Education Administration. I loved nursing but wanted to teach. (Hmm. That’s interesting. Isn’t that what the aptitude test showed I was best suited for?) And in the undergraduate program, I fell in love with language to the point that I was asked to abandon nursing and teach English. Another hmm.
After graduation, I got a job teaching nursing at a university, and I was ecstatic. I loved it. Every day going to work was exciting. The students were smart and motivated to learn. Going to a clinical setting, and teaching them how to care for patients was a rewarding adventure for all of us. And I was a bear when I graded papers, expecting them to be grammatically correct, and I still believe that should be expected of any college student whether in nursing or any other program.
Within two years I was offered a position as Administrator of Nursing at the hospital where I had been working with students. They offered to double my salary—an offer, as the Godfather says, that I could not refuse. I discovered that I was a good administrator with a talent for finding great people for key positions, and we developed a great nursing department. I, however, missed teaching.
Quitting that position after I married a local politician who was planning to run for a national office, I became involved in the life of a wife, campaigner, then mother, and then public speaker. Ahhh. The public speaking was fun—very much like teaching. I did some writing as well and found I enjoyed it.
Back in the Workforce
Back in the workforce after my children were grown, I went back into administration and then on to starting and managing my own company. Again, as a manager, I was the happiest when I was teaching my employees something new. I also did a lot of writing.
Do you see a pattern here?
Eventually, I began teaching metaphysics and spirituality and—you guessed it—I loved it.
I guess this blog is, for me, a means of teaching. And, while I am passionate about it, it still doesn’t hold the excitement of seeing the interest and reaction of live students sitting in front of me. There is little that brings more joy to me than a student who wants to learn, who asks and answers questions and makes the learning a part of his or her life experience.
So just what is the point of this autobiographical blog today? To reiterate what many others have said: Find your passion and figure out a way to make a living doing it. Follow your dream.
I have had a good life—no doubt about it. And, with Robert Frost, I wonder what it would have been had I taken the other road. It’s not too late—I might become the “Grandma Moses” of teaching.
Can’t you hear it now? “This class will be taught by Gramma Irene” so fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the ride!
Gotta go. I need to find what teaching jobs are available to old ladies who are grammatically correct. Sometimes.