So in my Epic Quest post, I listed becoming a veterinarian as one of my ultimate goals. When I listed it less than 2 weeks ago it was a pipe dream. A remnant left that I couldn’t let go of.
As a child, it was the life I dreamed of – well-past the point of “every little girl wants to be a vet”. In Grade 7, I gave my final speech on James Herriot – my idol as both an aspiring author and future (so I thought) veterinarian. My teacher told me I would have done better if I’d chosen a topic that was of interest to anyone but me (like a hockey player, apparently). Incidentally, James Herriot (real name Alfred Wight) died while I was writing my speech. It went from being a biography to being a tribute, and I wanted more than ever to follow in his footsteps.
I was off to a good start – I loved animals of all kinds, as well as science. I even won the science award at my grade 8 graduation. Then I got to high school, and I became terrified of science – what if I had to dissect something? (Don’t worry, I’m past that now). I started looking into other options. I was going to be either a lawyer or an architect. Law interested me, as did psychology, and I figured the two went well together. Architecture fascinated me. I did an independent study course, involving building a website on ancient architecture, photography, a sketchbook, and a scale model of my house.
When it came time for university, I didn’t have the math or physics grades to get into architecture. My overall average would have been more than enough, but calculus had stumped me (despite hiring a tutor), and so I settled for psychology. I was going to be a youth counselor, then a psychologist or a lawyer.
After my first year of the bachelor of arts program in psychology I knew it wasn’t what I wanted to do. I found psychology fascinating, but I still wanted to be a vet. I changed schools, switched to a bachelor of Science in psychology, and began taking biology electives. Unfortunately, I was going through some diffcult health issues at the time, and I didn’t have the energy or focus to put into it. I passed most of my courses, but not with the grades I needed to pursue anything further – not vet school, not teaching, not my Masters in psych – nothing. I had shot myself in the foot, and it didn’t even matter that it wasn’t entirely my fault.
I walked away again. Finished my degree, went to college, and got my diploma in social service work. I didn’t like where that took me either.
I went back to college for architectural technology, hoping to get into a university architecture program after that, and discovered that I just didn’t have the artistic ability. I left the program, and worked in child care for a bit.
Eventually, I went back to school for the paralegal program, and thought maybe I had found my way into law school. I was offered a job as a receptionist in a law firm after my fist year, and left the program to take the job. I worked there for four years, and went nowhere. A few jobs later, I work retail part-time, and I have a far better understanding of what giving up a dream will cost you.
Through everything I’ve done, every other career goal I’ve had, I have still always wanted vet school – I just never thought it could happen. Not since I messed up in university. Every time I walk into a vet’s office, it’s like a punch in the gut. A little voice says “could have been you”, but I shake my head and ignore it. Then when I sat down to work on my Epic Quest list, it came unbidden. What would my life look like at Level 50? I would be a vet. My own practice, a successful writing career, and a house on the lake.
Nothing short of that will get me to my ultimate life, and I will never be happy if I don’t try.
I told my partner, who has always been incredibly supportive, and got an even better response than the one I had hoped for. “I was just waiting for you to make the decision.” So we started planning.
For the next 3-4 years, we are going to save like crazy – enough at the very least to pay for my first semester at Guelph. Then my partner will find a job there, and I will get my store to transfer me to their Guelph location, and we will move. We’ll rent a house or apartment there, and I will go back to school. Because I have a degree already, I can take two years of general study, get the prerequisites and the grades I need, and apply for the DVM program after those two years.
This is going to be extremely difficult. I’m going to have to be frugal, and more than that, I’m going to have to study. HARD (I’ve already started taking free online courses to prepare me so that I can get the grades I need when I start the classes). But in the end, it will all be worth it. This is what I’m supposed to do. I’ve always known it.
Time to stop dreaming and start DOING.