This was the year of graduations at my house. My youngest, Emmett (top), promoted from 5th grade and my middle child, Nathan (with grad cap on) graduated from middle school and my daughter graduated from Chaparral High School. My life flashed before my eyes..it could have been the tears, but I realized in 7 years I'll be attending my last graduation and then what?!! After having spent my child-rearing years volunteering at various times as a cub scout leader, high school seminary teacher, young women's leader, Sunday school teacher, grade school helper, will that all end at graduation too? When considering the obvious options...maintaining my accounting skills at some dead end accounting job (due to the economic competition and my lack of a degree) or assisting my husband in the family photo business...I decided checking out of life posed itself as the new alternative. Could I really keep doing accounting when I can't even find the enthusiasm to balance my own checkbook anymore? Wouldn't my husband prefer his partner to be a wife rather than an over-assertive employee? Then the tears became clear. The underlying nagging of achieving a college education surfaced. Peace enveloped my thoughts as I KNEW the path I needed to undertake. Feeling too old, too scared, too unsure, too unqualified I found myself registering for the unknown. It turns out that "unknown" was the obvious choice after all. Wish me luck!!
