Why does it always have to be so difficult?
I went back to school when I turned 40 because it was an unresolved area in my life. I realized that if I didn’t do it now I never would. I decided to get an Associate’s degree in accounting and see what I could become. It has been a struggle most of the time. I’m not that great with computers, and learning Excel was difficult for me. Most of the younger students can do it very easily, but it takes me twice as long to remember the basic functions. My worst grade so far has been a C+ in my first accounting class. It just seemed like everyone caught on so much more quickly than I did, and it didn’t help that the instructor was very bright, but not so good at explaining the concepts. During our one and only tutoring session I was mostly confused.
I persevered and have had straight A’s ever since. I may not understand concepts right away, but I studied like crazy, joined other people in study groups, attended tutoring sessions, the works. It felt like I fought my way through those classes; it never came easily to me. I’ll graduate in June.
I had my first kid when I was 21 and my second when I was 27. DH and I decided that it was important that we didn’t put them into daycare; we wanted to raise them ourselves. The jobs that I’ve had have been mostly menial; a daycare (the schedule was perfect as it was part of a school and I had all holidays and summers off), various retail jobs, and so on. I always wanted to stretch myself and do more, but time slipped by and so on. I did own my own business for several years, but sold it in 2005.
Also, I had a pretty bad incident with anxiety/depression in 1999 and have been unconsiously protecting myself from too much stress. It’s just not worth it. On the other hand, do I prevent myself from stretching my wings because I’m afraid that the anxiety will come back? That’s what I’ve been doing since then; settling for what is easy and relatively effortless.
I’ve been off meds for a long time now and have realized that I need to try. I don’t want to have regrets for what could have been. The fear of fear can be very powerful, but the kids are older now and I’m out of excuses. Plus, earning a good living would be wonderful instead of worrying about money and doing without so many things.
So, here I am. I just started a new job a week and 1/2 ago, and am feeling utterly lost. Everyone is so much younger than me and they catch on much more quickly. I’m struggling with the software, the accounting concepts, the commute (45 minutes each way, if I’m lucky) and the feeling that I’m in the wrong place for me.
Now what? Jobs are so hard to come by, and the competition for this one was fierce. 70 people made it through, and there were over 1,200 applicants. I keep telling myself that they must have seen something in me to hire me, but I’m just not happy there.
We need the money. My husband is laid off. The pay is fair and if I can hang in there, the training I’m getting will help with future jobs. I miss the people from my most recent job; I loved it there. My commute took seven minutes. Unfortunately it was part-time and the pay was very low. We can’t live on that. Now it takes over an hour to get to work when it’s snowy or icy. I leave the house at 7:15 and get home at 6:45.
I guess I just needed to vent. I don’t know what to do, but I do know that I’m unhappy and don’t know what to do next.