Way-back-when my heart used to skip a beat at the thought of studying Fine Art at an art college (Norwich was my dream college destination then). For sundry reasons, it wasn’t meant to be, and it’s only now that I’m grateful it didn’t happen.
I duly toddled off to Cheltenham for 4 years teacher training (specialising in my clear love, textiles), then through life’s twists and turns neither taught nor did textiles! Until 2000 when I studied HNC Textiles at Camborne, having the time of my life, and reigniting the big dream of doing a BA, this time Fine Art Textiles.
It wasn’t to be. It took me a while (and a divorce) to recover from the disappointment of it, and I learnt to live my life fully.
And here I am.
I’ve done it!
I’ve enrolled with the Open College for the Arts and start studying for B.A. (Hons) Textiles as soon as the package arrives containing the course materials!
The time feels perfect. I am ready. I’m supported in this leap of faith, and I cannot sleep I’m so ruddy excited about it!
It’s curious what the mind throws at you when you look at the possibility of following your dream. The big one,
“What if it’s been a pipe dream, and the reality is different to how I’d imagined it to be?”.
“What if I hate it?”.
“What if I’m not as good as I thought I was?”
Well, ya-boo, sucks-to-you mind!
What if it’s even more that I imagined?
What if I completely adore it?
What if I’m even better, or just as good as I thought I could be?
Who am I to place a limitation on me? On my dreams? On my life? I want to be sitting by the fire in my nineties reflecting on the life I LIVED knowing I didn’t miss anything out.
Am I scared? ‘Course I am! Am I excited? You betcha life I am! The course can take from 4 to 12 years to complete (eek), and I’m still working through the “am I doing this for the degree or the experience?” question. Work in progress, and I’m sure that will resolve itself when I finally get studying. In the meantime I have 10 hours of study to do learning how to study with OCA…
So you see, dear reader, dreams really do come true. I’m about to embark on the adventure I had hoped for when I was 19; stepping out as a fifty-something means I’m approaching it with a whole lot of life-experience! Life is good.
I invite you to join me on my travels, and maybe pop in for a course or two…