I remember, back when I was in college, telling my friends that I’d never get stuck in a dead-end desk job, doing something I didn’t really care about, just to bring in cash. I justified most of my first 15 years here in Seattle with the fact my job(s) either A) gave me enough flexibility and cash to play when I wanted or B) were “interesting enough” most of the time. I also had (and have) my parents as the role model for major career changes and figured that, with patience and time, I’d figure out what I wanted to do.
Truck driving. Physical therapy. Project management. Home inspection. Software analyst.
And eventually, nursing. Perhaps the most important contributor to making the commitment was the support of Anastasia. She’d finally heard something that she really believed I would (and could) do.
So, here we go. I found out today that I got into Shoreline’s RN program. Starts in six weeks. Time for another adventure.