Dream Big
When I graduated with my Masters in Education, I thought for sure I had my life all figured out. Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I wanted to be a teacher. I always assumed I would do that until the day I was ready to retire. My mom had worked in the school system and ‘teacher’ was always an occupation we were taught when we were younger, as something a lot of women grow up to be. So, I knew that was exactly what I had to do.
However, becoming a teacher wasn’t going to work out for me. The new state I moved to required more schooling based on their state, along with their specific exam. All things I didn’t have the strength or desire to do. But I knew I wasn’t going to give up. Helping and teaching others, especially children, was something I thought I had always wanted to do.
If I couldn’t become a teacher, what else was out there? A neighbor of ours had introduced me to a behavior therapist, who worked with their son. Behavior therapy sounded amazing and only required to take a few more classes to earn the certification. So, I began this new journey, feeling confident and ready. I received a job right away and it was so rewarding yet still, extremely exhausting. I met so many amazing families and children. Both who taught me so much about life and about myself. My heart felt so full. I finally had felt like this was where I was supposed to be.