In September I started my 3rd attempt at getting a MSN degree at UAB. One of the perks of working there is the educational benefits- 18 hours/yr at UAB. That is a lot of money saved & credibility obtained, but I just can't seem to finish a Master's in Nursing. Convinced it must be the track I had chosen I switched from Family Practionner to Nursing Education & now to Nursing Informatics. Finally I have had to be honest with myself. I am not interested in being an Advanced Nurse in any capacity. I am an RN & I love it. It has proven a steady & wonderful career, but has never actually been my passion. I didn't grow up wanting to be a nurse- I wanted to be a writer. Every time I think this I am overwhelmed with fear and doubt. And hear the voice of my youth -" get your head out of your butt & your feet on the ground & stop being such a dreamer". My practical father didn't encourage anything mildly artsy. That was for loafers or the highly talented. Stuffing my love for books far away I attempted to do what I was supposed to.
But lately for 5-6 years I have begun to panic- I am a writer who's never written. as soon as I say I will start I jump into a Master's program- something that is within my reach. Something I can accomplish. This time though, this semester I knew I couldn't do this to myself again. I hated both classes I took & know I would never want to pursue it. So I decided to go all in. I was praying about it yesterday & I know I most pursue my writing with the fervor of getting an advanced degree. I'm in my 50's now & I can't wait, I won't wait. So I am going about designing my Master's in Writing- I won't go to a college to get it. I am self educating. And I will write & I will publish. What I'm not too sure of - but 1st I need a plan:).
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