I am a creature of habit and I'm perfectly happy staying that way. I have my routines that I stick to, my obsessions that own me and I really, really like my comfort zone.
So...I became the mother of five and a nurse. Smart move on my part, eh?
I am learning to embrace change. I am learning to
I have had a plan for my life...specifically my career...for the last decade. I was warned a million and a half times not to focus on a specialty area, because it would change. I would always laugh and tell the person
I still think it is my calling.
But...I think I'm going to end up taking a little detour first.
I swore up and down...twice...that I would never work long term care. Nope. No thank you. That is not for me. Then I got my LPN and who would hire me? Long. Term. Care.
I have fallen in love with my job. In. Love. I love the people I work with. I love the people I care for. I love their families
Another area I swore I would never work in is hospice. Dying people...no. thank. you. Watching Jared and Mom go was hard enough. No.
We have many hospice patients at my facility. Whenever we have someone that is close to passing...I am drawn to them. I want to give them all my time, all my love and all my attention. I sincerely love their families and I want to care for them, too. I love talking to them. Holding their hand. Listening. They have amazing things to say.
I think I will take a little detour into hospice, once the craziness of school is over. I want to care for those with not much time. I want to make their passing peaceful and perfect. I want to be a landing place for their families and do everything I can to comfort them.
(Don't tell all those people that they were
It's a selfish decision, too.
Maybe...just maybe...if I can take away the mystery and the fear of dying...living won't seem that scary anymore, either.
"Life begins...at the end of your comfort zone."