I found out today that there is now a correspondence course that I can take to enter this field. To say I was excited is an understatement. Who knows whether or not I'll actually pursue it, but it's definitely interesting to look into, and it's nice to know I have the option now.
I was excitedly telling my mother about this and this is her response: "Well, it's a lot of evenings... weekends. A lot of shift work. You don't want to deal with that." WTF? Thanks for your bloody encouragement. I really should know better than to mention anything that might be the least bit risky to her, because there's no way I'll get any support on it. Sure, if life throws me a curve ball (like last fall) she's all over it, wanting to help, wanting to do all the work to pull me through, wanting to rescue me. But when it comes to going out on a limb because I want to, and because I know that in the long run it would make me happier, it's met with negativity.
Lately I'm having a hard time biting my tongue around her. I'm sure she thinks I'm a complete bitch, but I'm really getting tired of being told what I do and don't want. My response today was, "Yes, it might be, but it would be nice to have a job that I love and am not miserable doing every day. Plus, my current job probably won't be around much longer." It doesn't sound so bad typed out, but trust me, the daggers I was shooting at her made this sound much more bitter, and I know she picked up on it. No apology ensued, just silence. *sigh*