I've always known I was meant to be in an instructional role of some sort. I have always been the one people come to with their problems. My glass is always half full when I look into someone else's future. I even had a tutoring "school" on the front porch of my house when I was a kid to help out the other kids on the block with their school work. But I didn't know at what capacity I was meant to be an educator and to whom. And writing? I've been writing stories forever! But I didn't want to go to college to BE a journalist. I didn't want to go to college to BE a teacher. I didn't want to go to college to BE a psychologist. I didn't want to go to college to BE an anything! "It takes too long!" is the mantra I belonged to. I wanted life to begin right here and now.
I have eventually reached the teaching capacity I was meant to achieve and I am happier now than I have ever been. And I am a published author! Something I never took the time to do before and my self-confidence lead me to believe that it could never happen. And looking back, I was bucking my destination the entire time. The beauty of it is, God works all things out for the good. So all of my side roads, all of my smaller chunks of education, all of my experiences, built up and have led me right back to where He wanted me to be in the first place. My calling. My calling is to educate and coach, to help others see their potential, to lead by love and... to write. Which, I had apparently been doing all along, I just didn't know what to call it and I SURE didn't get paid for it!
I don't regret my decisions (well, most of them) because they have made me who I am today and I am grateful for that. Sometimes I think I would have gotten into less trouble if I went the 4-8 year college route, but then I think- it would have just been different trouble.
And here I am, almost...uh, well, older, doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing, but taking the longest route ever to get here!! Granted, it makes me unique in the experiences I have to share, but if I'd have known how satisfying my life could have been twenty-something years ago, maybe, just maybe, I could have started it sooner.
My point in all of this, is that it's never too late to do what you want to be doing. I had to figure out what I wanted to be doing, and that was part of my problem but so often I hear, "I can't go back to school!" "I can't find a new career!" "I can't buy a house."
You're busy with life. I get it. But you only get one. Shouldn't it be the best it can be? And I'm not saying to turn your world upside down to get to the life you want, but at least take a step. ONE step. And then maybe you'll be ready for another one.
And don't let money get in your way! There are many things you could be doing BEFORE it gets to the money part, even if one of those things means tucking away a dollar here and a dollar there so when the money part DOES come up, you'll be ready.
You're not going to be a doctor over night. You're not going to be an all-star pitcher over night. You're not going to be the number one real estate agent over night. You're not suddenly going to be able to buy that new Hog over night. All of those things happen because of one step. That pitcher, probably threw that ball thousands of times before someone caught a glimpse of that talent. That doctor has probably been reading and talking with people in the field long before she signed up for school. But suddenly, you look back and one step after another, you've climbed a mountain. You got that degree. You saved up for that vacation.
And when you look back on your life you'll be able to say "I did," instead of, "I wish I had."
Take the one step. You never know where that new path will lead you. Sometimes even to places you would have never suspected.