What Happens When A Dream Reappears?

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Like every other child growing up, I’ve had my fair share of wild goals as far as future careers go: I wanted to be an astronaut; teacher; CoverGirl model; world-renowned author.

The one that signified I was still tethered to reality was wanting to possibly become a nurse. It hit me when I was in tenth grade, actually walking my dog in the neighboring hospital parking lot. It was around the time when these ideas were seriously being ping-ponged around. I’d had enough personal experiences with nurses and the medical field itself to know it can be an extremely rewarding path, one that can have a positive impact on many lives. Then again, math and science were never my strong points in school. So, "nurse" became another potential crossed off my mental list.

When I entered college as a freshman, and the year following, I took more psychology classes (the one course my high school never offered) than any other. All the different schools and paradigms of thought fascinated me. I decided a job in the psychology field, after all, was a good fit. Not wanting to go into academia, such as research or teaching, I again set my sights on tying it into a place within the medical world. With plenty of potential niches, I went back to my own experiences with hospital stays and considered where psychology played a part. And it struck me: a child life specialist.

These folks make it easier for kids (younger, especially) and their families to deal with surgeries and hospital life by doing various creative activities and playing games, in an effort to help them understand what’s happening now (and naturally what occurs after).

I became so determined to make this my track in life that I composed an essay on it when I transferred schools for my Bachelors; I made an effort to look into schools that offer the best programs. But somehow in the crazy, turn-full of those two years, I lost hold of my dream. I think it had a lot to do with practicalities: how much does it cost to further education for this field; would the imminent emotional stress turn out to be too much; will I be able to even secure a paying position when I’m finished with schooling?

As I graduated and made my way into this “real” world, that vision of mine wasn’t even in my conscious. I took other jobs. One, now, I thoroughly enjoy. But recently, due to either my own consideration of where my life is headed, or hearing and reading utterances along the lines of "It’s up to you, and only you, to figure out your life", this long-forgotten ambition of mine has been reignited.

It has bubbled so that I’ve taken to doing more extensive and serious research, trying to map out how I can get from "here" to "there". It’s gratifying to have what feels like a vanished part of yourself resurface again. This time, really, it doesn’t feel like an outlandish fantasy or something only in an imaginary grasp, but an aspiration that can be realistically reached. And it’s the one I don’t want to lose once more.

Written By Ashley Cataquet

Bio: A writer and plenty more.