If I hadn’t decided to become a nurse I don’t know where I’d be. I really had a hard time deciding what kind of career path I wanted when I was a young adult.
Of course you all know the story about how, in high school, I thought I would pursue journalism and specifically being a 6 o’clock news desk anchor, when from out of the blue my best friend’s mom gave me her opinion on such a job and quashed it right then and there. I don’t understand why I let that dream die, just because she said it was a silly job, but obviously her opinion carried a lot of weight for me.
After that, I floated around for a few years working but still unsure of a career. I don’t know why it seemed so out of reach for me, almost impossible to wrap my head around a university degree. It really stressed me out that most of the kids in my graduating class knew what they wanted to do and were off pursuing it.
Eventually, I settled on a college about 4 hours from home and took nursing. But basically, at the ripe old age of 22 I felt like I needed to make up my mind and jump onto something. It wasn’t like oh I am so passionate about this. The only job I always knew I wanted was that of being a mother. However, I knew that I should find a career first.
As a kid I dreamed of joining the Army, but also I loved the thought of moving to either Disneyland or World to be the character Snow White. At one point in high school when I really fell in love with being on computers, I contemplated becoming a computer programmer.
Maybe that’s why I got lucky now, at this point in my life. Finally caught a break by getting an amazing job that I truly love. And it’s teaching adults at the college level. Maybe this is the payoff for a life of being so unsure about which occupation I was meant for.
The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, although I hope the rainbow keeps on rainbowing for a bit yet.
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