This year is my first since 2012 where I am not doing any university study.
I was very nervous about starting uni. I was waaaay older than the stereotypical uni student; in my early 40s, I was probably closer in age to that of their parents. I had three preschool children in my first year of study who were were my priority, of course, but potentially a huge distraction. I had a household to keep running, dinners to cook, clothes to wash. Sure, Hubster was (and is) capable of doing these tasks, and he often did. I left school, a trillion decades prior (or so it seemed), thinking I was not smart, so I assumed that my grades at uni would reflect that. I didn’t believe that I would succeed, finish, or even enjoy uni.
But I surpassed my own expectations. And I am wholeheartedly, unashamedly proud of myself and my achievements. After graduating my undergrad degree in 2016, I decided to undertake Honours, and completed that, with a very decent grade last year. I may even do Masters next year. But this year, I am taking a break.
I think study is an important part of life. Whether you choose to study for your own benefit, or to further your work options, or to learn more about plans for retirement or leisure activities, we can only improve ourselves by learning. I can’t think of a single example where a person came out of a learning situation stupid-er than at its commencement.
We’ve only got one life. It’s not such a bad idea to fill it with as much knowledge as possible, right?