If I can do this, so can you.
I am 32. I am married. I have four children. I am a nursing student in a community college with my first semester under my belt. A hard earned 4.0 and a few experiences that have shaped my character...and I honestly am so glad I decided to pursue my dream.
I want my first blog to be one of encouragement for students in the thick of it (nursing school, that is) and for anyone who is still considering it.
I was working a desk job, earning about 30k a year and was bored stiff. Maybe you know the feeling, I would get to work at 8, grab some caffeine and sit at my desk wondering what I was going to do to keep myself busy today. It usually took me all of 15 or 20 minutes until I started thinking about my first break. I loathed my meetings. I would sit around the conference table and look at the people I worked with. Mostly women who seemed all too content in their vocation. I wondered where they mustered their enthusiasm to deal with the same things day in and day out, month after month, year after year. When I thought of being there for years and years, I would shudder. The corporate ladder at this place was laden with politics beyond the norm. If I knew enough true gossip, or had silently endured a sexual advance from the owner, my climb up the ladder would be brief. If I planned to maintain my values and ethics, I would be forever at the bottom rungs looking at the stiletos of the women who had "paid their dues." No thank you.
I wanted more. More varied opportunities, more flexibility, more power to decide what direction my career took. And I will admit, I wanted more money and some more recognition for efforts made and accomplishments met.
The short and sweet of it is this, one day at a time, one test at a time, one clinical day at a time, and before I knew it I was finished with first semester. Holy crap...I am really becoming a nurse.
I want my first blog to be one of encouragement for students in the thick of it (nursing school, that is) and for anyone who is still considering it.
I was working a desk job, earning about 30k a year and was bored stiff. Maybe you know the feeling, I would get to work at 8, grab some caffeine and sit at my desk wondering what I was going to do to keep myself busy today. It usually took me all of 15 or 20 minutes until I started thinking about my first break. I loathed my meetings. I would sit around the conference table and look at the people I worked with. Mostly women who seemed all too content in their vocation. I wondered where they mustered their enthusiasm to deal with the same things day in and day out, month after month, year after year. When I thought of being there for years and years, I would shudder. The corporate ladder at this place was laden with politics beyond the norm. If I knew enough true gossip, or had silently endured a sexual advance from the owner, my climb up the ladder would be brief. If I planned to maintain my values and ethics, I would be forever at the bottom rungs looking at the stiletos of the women who had "paid their dues." No thank you.
I wanted more. More varied opportunities, more flexibility, more power to decide what direction my career took. And I will admit, I wanted more money and some more recognition for efforts made and accomplishments met.
The short and sweet of it is this, one day at a time, one test at a time, one clinical day at a time, and before I knew it I was finished with first semester. Holy crap...I am really becoming a nurse.