Growing up and maturing for me has been as much about unbecoming what I wasn’t, than it was becoming what I thought I should be.
Unbecoming a wife in my thirties because I’d been in a rush to fulfill my childhood dream of “married with kids”.
Unbecoming a nurse now in my forties because after finally unravelling the outside layers of myself, I realized that nursing is not my passion and probably had been a poor career choice.
It is really true what they say, at least in my case, that you don’t really know yourself when you’re young but as the decades go by, you begin to learn.
Monday I’ll start a new career as an Instructor at our local college and it’s hard to even express what a relief and a weight off my shoulders it is, knowing I’m no longer going to be known as a nurse. I will work in a building occupied by students wanting to learn and other Instructors and Professors. It’s a completely different atmosphere than a hospital, clinic or long term care and I am so ready for this change.
Let the unbecoming begin….
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