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I'm not really career minded...

So, this year I've been studying a Certificate III in Children's Services and, ahem (ok, more like neglecting) a Master of Arts (Creative Writing). The two courses are so poles apart in most every aspect that I've struggled to focus fully on either course. Because the Certificate ends first and is a much shorter course - oh, and because I have to go into class every week and face my teacher - I've been more focused on that course. The Masters has always been at the back of my mind and I've longed to have the mental and physical energy to tackle that course as well.

In recent weeks I've felt quite fired up by the issues sorrounding the state of childcare in Australia, and wanting to be able to make a difference - especially to children's individual experiences. However, this has also been an extremely emotional process for me. I've felt quite helpless at times and depressed as well.

Truth be told, I'm not sure I could work in Children's Services for the rest of my working life. I think I might become jaded and crusty like some of the people I've encountered.

But there is something else...

Something I hardly dare whisper, to be perfectly honest.

I want to teach. I want to teach writing! I'm not even sure that I'm particularly good at writing myself (what's that old adage, those who can do, those who can't, teach...), but I'm willing to find out. I can feel the fire in me that first started me on the Masters of Arts (Creative Writing) path starting to rekindle.

I feel like a novice now, with so much to learn about the craft, but I'm beginning to feel like I want to learn so I can in turn teach. It's not really a career path, as such, but some sort of vocation maybe?

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