Today, I broke my strict “no ironing” policy after retrieving a few peices of my ragtag assortment of “business clothes” from what had to be close to the land of Narnia. As I struggled with tangled cords, scalding steam, and learning a bit about what rayon is, I couldn’t help but be excited about the new job I’ll be transitioning into in the next week. The past month has been rather emotional for me as I have decided to try something completely new professionally. As with all change, I have a healthy amount of fear going on, but the good kind, like before you jump off the tall-ass rock into the lake. I have spent my first nearly three years as a nurse on a med surg floor in a small hospital. I know, in nurse years, that is hardly enough time to get your feet wet. I have learned so much in my short time there and I have met some of the kindest, most compassionate, and sharpest witted people you could come across. That is what makes the move hardest. The people. I’ve formed bonds during my time here that I will carry with me always. Each of the friends I’ve made has given something to improve me either professionally or spiritually. For that, I am ever thankful.
This new venture is in some ways, a homecoming. I’m going back to the organization that I worked for all through college. They were so good to me, even then, and wanted to see me succeed as a nurse. It’s going to be so exciting to maybe give back. Of course now, I’m returning in a completely new, nurse role. I’ll be serving adults with developmental disabilities and I couldn’t be more excited to use the skills I have acquired the past few years to meet the needs of this group. They say do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life. Certainly, I’m not afraid of work or challenge and I’m sure there will be plenty of both. But to be a nurse and exclusively with disable adults? It’s really a dream come true.