When One Door Closes…

Being a 21-year-old girl married to a 24-year-old boy has its perks. We have tons of fun, we’re super in love, and we have a whole life ahead of us. But at the same time, it’s a little rough trying to navigate through this beautiful life we’re building. We’re in an awkward in-between stage where we know exactly what we want our future to look like, but we’ve quickly come to understand that nothing goes as planned.

When Karter and I got married, we had our future set. Karter was going to dental school, and he was taking the prerequisite classes needed to get there. He studied for hours on end, but his grades weren’t great — and lo and behold, he decided to switch his major along with half of his classmates. I worked in admissions in college, so I knew it was super typical for students to switch majors at least once, usually two or three times. Karter has a lovely, outgoing personality, and we decided together that professional sales was where he would thrive. We started to get excited. We decided he was going to sell medical devices and it would be exactly where he needed to be.

Fast forward to Summer of 2017, and Karter got his first sales internship. I bought him a bunch of darling business outfits from J. Crew and sent him off on his first day of work. From that very first day, we both felt like something was off. By the end of the summer, Karter absolutely hated the sales world, and we had no idea what was next in our future.

It was a very difficult, scary time for us, and we had to rely heavily on prayer, inspiration, and the support of our loved ones. I remember the day in October when Karter and I were sitting on the couch having a normal night, when he looked at me and said, “I want to be a doctor.” My heart sank. He was two semesters away from finishing his sales degree, we were so close to starting our life and our careers, and the possibility of a family wasn’t too far off. I immediately started to cry. I felt so many emotions, including fear and stress, but the most prominent feeling was peace. I knew it would be a long road and that we would have to sacrifice a lot, but deep down, I knew it was the right thing for him to do. After a lot of thought, prayer, and research, Karter marched into his academic advisor and changed his major once again.

I’m so proud of him for everything he has already accomplished. He’ll still graduate with a sales degree, but he’s working through the prerequisites he needs to apply to medical school. He’s so excited, and even though it hasn’t been easy all the time, we know everything will work out because we have the Lord on our side.

I want this corner of my blog to be dedicated to all wives who have husbands trying to get into med school, dental school, grad school, law school, or any other type of post-graduate education that causes a ton of stress. It’s a big deal, and no one can truly understand it unless they’re going through it or have been through it. It can feel lonely at times, so I’ll be writing about the heartaches, victories, and unexpected bumps in the road. No one should have to do this alone, so hopefully someone can find these posts and feel peace that everything will be okay. Here’s to the long, scary, exciting, and beautiful road ahead.