My mama went to art school in her country of origin when she was a young thing.
She traveled the world, moved to Europe, had my sister.
Worked misc. jobs as a single mom in Sweden.
Got married to my papa, had me (at 33), was a stay at home mama and helped with the family business.
My parents divorced when she was 45.
By then her degree was 'worthless', but she had to think of her future happiness and financial security, especially since there won't be a safety net of pension or social security because she's not native US citizen and has always worked for herself.
So she started school. From scratch.
She graduated with a Masters when she was 53 years old, and shortly after, started a private practice. She will be 60 this year.
Does she regret it? Heavens no. She loves her work and is GOOD at it. In fact, she brings a unique perspective to her clients, having done a little bit of everything. It makes her a better career woman, more driven, more directed, and more relatable.
Sure there are days when she wishes she could just be a grandmother and artist, days when she got home so tired all she could do was cry. But you know what? It was worth it.
I'm really proud of my mama. It was a wonderful example she set for me, since I was 12 when she began. As a woman who did things backwards (first comes the baby, then came the marriage, this fall I'll go to school for my four year degree, followed by a masters (cross yer fingers!)), I am grateful to have seen my mama go to school as a middle aged single mother.
IF all goes as planed (which it never has), I'll finish my bachelors when I'm thirty and my masters when I'm 33 or 34.
There are no guarantees in this life, so I guess the best I can do is to follow my deepest leading. We'll see where that takes me!