About 4 years ago, I completed my credential in special education. Excited to get to work, I started looking for a new job. I was a little nervous and a little hesitant at the time, because I would begin working on my masters soon. My current job at a nonprofit school had offered me substitute work until I found something. Mom said, "Why don't you quit your job and just focus on school? I think that it's more important for you to finish school strong. You can always work after." This wasn't new to my ears. Mom had been asking me to quit my job for over a year. Although she is ofen proud of my altruism, she also worries that here aren't any limits to it.
As many people know, jobs are harder to come by these days. Giving up a perfectly good one before I had the next thing lined up seemed like a horrible decision. However, my mom's words had planted the seed, and I thought more and more about it. I had been offered educational loans, and a grant would be paying my tuition. If I lived frugally enough, I really could focus on school without working.
So one day, I did it. I when in to work and said that I was going to be leaving to focus strictly on school. I was willing to possibly return in summers and when the school desperately needed a sub, but emphasized that I should probably be last on the list.
I came home that day, proudly awaiting my moment to tell my mom what I had done. Her forehead wrinkled and she said, "Why would you do that? How are you going to live? You don't have a job now..."