Sunday Musings

I've been sitting on this post for a while. In an effort to be real, I decided to publish it.  Maybe this will be come a regular feature. :-)

Last weekend we took a spur of the moment trip to the town I went to college in.  We also had the opportunity to attend the church I went to during school, and fellowship with all the lovely people there.  During our visit, I had an amazing conversation with one of the women there.  She went to nursing school once upon a time (just like me), worked for a few years, then got married and started a family.  She asked me if I'd be working in nursing in the future.

I kind of hung my head, and said no, like I always do when asked that question.  She nodded, and told me how she understood.  That she dreaded going to work everyday when she was a nurse.  How she didn't feel like she was assertive enough with doctors.  How there was so much pressure, and if she had to go back to work today, it wouldn't be in nursing.

I felt like a weight had been lifted off of me.  I nodded, eyes wide.  Someone understood.  It was ok to not like nursing.

I felt so much pressure to work in nursing.  Because I had worked hard for 2.5 years for my degree, because it's a good job, because I'd make a great nurse, because there's a nursing shortage, because I'm diabetic, because I should love it.  But I didn't, and I didn't know how to tell people.

Now I do.  And it's ok.  Nursing wasn't for me.  I'm now on to doing things I really love, using my creativity to blog, dress, photograph, decorate, DIY, and cook my way through life.

And I am SO happy.