Quote:This is exciting? What are you going to study (if I'm too nosy, just say so).
Oh, I'm not sure how exciting it is. The admission process certainly has trampled on any pleasant anticipation, anyway.
A few years ago my life fell apart, and I've been questioning everything since, including how I've been earning a living for the last 26 years. I woke up one morning in early August and realized that interior design no longer had an allure. Parts of it still interested me, but they have been steadily shrinking in the pleasure factor for some time now, without my noticing. Strange.
I've already taken several tests, and been counselled by a career coach -- only to find that I'm most suited for >pause< interior design. Of course, I am -- I have a skill set built over a quarter of a century.
So I cast around for other ideas. Don't wanna teach, don't wanna go back to school for another degree. No good at negotiating or selling (real estate and facilities management being logical tangents of commercial interior design). Age-ism does close off a number of other avenues. I'm tired of sitting on my ass at a computer, or sitting on my ass in another boring meeting.
Then one day, while viewing some career website, I saw the word "florist". I rolled it around a bit. I like flowers (what woman doesn't), I like the creativity and physicality of it. My life has become too hermit-like -- perhaps the constant consumer contact would be good. So I searched the internet for anecdotes, educational or experience qualifications. I found a respected 2-semester certificate course offered at a nearby college. The course load doesn't appear to be so onerous that I can't continue doing some design projects during the year. I talked to a couple of local florists, and found out that my age would actually be viewed favourably by both employers and public. I signed up.
Geez, I could've just said "floristry"!