… is exactly what I’ve been doing and planning for the last several months. My job is failing, and I wonder every morning if the doors will just be shut when I arrive (figuratively speaking since I’ve been working from home for a while now). We’re down to very few employees which means a much higher workload for myself – including work that I’m not accustomed or necessarily equipped to deal with. I’ve been so stressed that I’ve just kind of stopped doing everything else.
About two weeks ago I finally decided that something had to give or I was going to break. All in one day I applied to six different jobs (all of which with significantly less pay) and sent in my application for admission to college! Since that day two weeks ago, I’ve gotten zero calls about jobs, we’ve lost another employee, and my application is complete and awaiting review.
Want to guess what I declared? Here I am with an Associate’s Degree in Applied Science: Network Administration. Did I go for business or some other techy field? Nope. I declared my Bachelor’s in Science: Nursing. If I’m going back I’m doing it right! I’m not happy as a computer engineer anymore, it’s not what I come home and read about, or what I have conversations with my husband in the car about. I’m going back to school… getting my Bachelors Degree, and then hopefully applying at the Frontier School of Nursing to become a Certified Nurse Midwife.
Do I have delusions of grandeur? I’m absolutely positive of it. I’ve had more than one person tell me I’m insane, that there’s no way I would be a good “fit” for the nursing profession. Even Father Unexpected was hesitant at first until we had a heart-to-heart about what it really meant to me and why I chose to do it.
I’m at a point right now that I feel like it’s now or never. I may never be nationally recognized or do much to change the world for the better. But I can change lives… one nurse when I was in the hospital with K-Kitten proved that to me. I credit her with having the desire to do this now. In a sea of what I felt was abuse and being trapped in that hospital – even though she was only my nurse for a few hours before I finally got to go home – she was my ray of sunshine. She sent me home with more hope and love than I had encountered my entire stay there.
Here’s to me promising to chronicle this journey for everyone and especially my daughter. It’s not too late for me… and even though I never saw myself becoming a nurse. For some reason, I just know this is exactly what I’m supposed to be doing. Wish me luck!