Feet Leaving Ground
I needed a starting point. And a kick in the pants.
I found one and the other followed all on its own, as these things seem to do.
Pregnant ladies. I love pregnant ladies. Ever since my sister-in-law's pregnancy ten years ago, I've felt protective of those big round bellies and those sighing ladies.
So I decided that I would start there, with my desire to help moms-to-be. But what to do?
Then it hit me. Doulas. I could be a doula! I could help women navigate their way through all their birthing choices, give them information on breastfeeding, and just be there to hold their hands and say, 'there there' in my most comforting voice while they're freaking out over the little bundle heaven's about to toss their way.
Tears in my eyes, the minute I realized this was what I wanted to do.
But I'm not going to be a doula. For various reasons, I've decided not to pursue that dream.
However, I'm still going to help out those dear pregnant ladies I love so much. And today I made my first real step in that direction.
I'm back in college, Dear Readers. I'm going to be a diagnostic medical sonographer, otherwise known as an ultrasound tech.
It's a one-year program. However, since I'm old, the expiration date on my first college degree passed seven years ago. So it's back to basics – to even hope to get into the program I first need to retake biology, anatomy/physiology, physics, algebra and English comp. (I'm hoping to test out of English comp. Think I can do it?)
In other words, all the classes I loved in high school and mostly avoided in college in favor of a (mostly) worthless Journalism degree. Ah well. We do what we do, and we waste what we waste.
So. Next August I'm taking Biology 111, complete with lab and discussion. 5 credits. For science majors. How the hell'd that happen?
The kick in the pants? Well, I wrote about that already. P and C selling their print shop was a wake-up call for me. I had no desire to go out and find similar employment, freelance or otherwise. Even though I'll be taking a 50% cut in my hourly pay by becoming a sonographer, I'd rather be doing that. I have clients who will be broken-hearted to see me go and I will miss them, but...I'm done now. (unless you have a job for me, Clowncar, before you bid your own career adieu.)
Tomorrow night P and C are having a farewell dinner for their former employees and freelancers. They are celebrating the end of an era. And quietly, I'll be celebrating the beginning of one.