freewrite week 4 day 5

What do you want to be when you grow up was a question I got as a kid.  I never knew I just kept going to school and everyone assumes with my good grades I had a plan.  My parents didn’t help my indecision about my career choices.  They always said I could be anything I wanted to be.  That’s all fine and dandy but it would have helped me more if they actually talked to me about what was a good choice in life.  Like most things I had to learn through trial and error.  I didn’t go to college right out of high school because I was so unsure of what I wanted to be.  I didn’t want to wait money or time on classes that I didn’t need.  So I was a day care worker for a few years, then a corporate assistant for three, then back to day care for another five years.  The pay was crappy for what was expected of you.  I was in jobs that no one respected and that bothered me.  I finally sat down and wrote a list of jobs I respected and found out how much they paid a year.  All were three times more a year then the most I ever made.  I weighed the amount of time it would take to be in school versus the pay in the end and of course I didn’t want to have to move to go to school or find a new job.  Because the daycare I worked at for years was a hospital daycare, I got to know a lot of the nurses who brought their families to school.  I respected them greatly, sometimes more than the doctors.  I knew they worked hard, got a decent pay, and were always needed.  So in the end I chose to go to school to someday be a nurse.  Right now it’s not a huge passion other than being something respectable, get paid comfortably, help people, and always have a job.  But I learned over the years that your idea of an awesome job isn’t always the one that pays well enough to have a stable life. With a family it’s more important to not live pay check to pay check.  My parents still do which makes me sad and I never want to always live that way.