Honestly, I don’t recall thinking career options as young as five years old. Probably around eight to ten years old I did have my sights set on becoming a nurse. Not that I had a clue what nurses did but my Mom was one and I really admired and respected her for it.
I could handle blood and guts and nothing grossed me out. After all, my nickname was Chicken Plucker but it was actually pulling the guts out that I enjoyed, much more than the plucking part of it.
My Dad was one of those big tough uber-masculine guys who rarely, if ever, got sick. But one time he was hit by the flu and hit hard. Somehow I was nominated to stay home from school to look after him. I loved missing school so I was more than happy to. I don’t even remember what I did for him, and it probably wasn’t much, but he sang my praises after that and would remark on how I would make such a good nurse.
Unfortunately, I did follow that career path and for a while didn’t even mind it.
I’m happy that today is Friday and next week is Spring Break. This morning I selected our seats for the flight(s) to Victoria on Monday. The girls and Sid and I drive to Winnipeg (seven hours) Sunday and our flight is Monday morning.
Imagine going from minus twenty-nine degrees Celsius and still buried in four feet of snow to plus ten temps with lush greenery everywhere. Green grass. Flowers blooming. And the ocean. I can hardly wait.
Oh, and we get to see Taz!
Also, is anyone else being super spammed by CBD selling salespeople right now?
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