I’m thirty years old at this point in my life. I’ve been at my current job for six years. I plan on making a career change in the next year. Its a big change in my life or for anybody’s life. How does one prepare for such a change? What does it mean to change careers? Why does one do this?
For the most part it is not what I expected it to be and have grown increasingly unhappy over the years. I currently work in the medical field. All you need to see is one person on their death bed to realize that life is short. I saw many people on their take in their final gasps. Its daunting and sobering to one’s morale. I worked in an Intensive Care Unit and a Multi Service Unit. I think about those patients put in comfort care or the ventilated ones whose bodies are alive but minds are gone almost everyday. I think about because it gives me drive to live my life to the best of my ability. I have coworkers, even family members, whose seen equal amount of hospital deaths that do not share my outlook. I don’t care to convince anyone of the obvious anymore. Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth.
Our lives on this earth are finite. I don’t want to spend it watching people die, prolonging the inevitable. A very dark but true statement of the practice of medicine. So what will I do? It’s a very hard thing to change careers and do the opposite of your trade. My mother is a nurse, my aunt is a nurse, and my two sisters are nurses. Medicine is in my family. The nursing field is also being dominated by filipinos. My sisters and I have been bred from a very young age that the nursing field is a stable and honorable profession. Like most nurtured first generation immigrant americans we obeyed our parents.
As I ponder my last year in this current career. I will miss the good times and the friends I’ve met along the way. Alas it is time for a new chapter which will start a new adventure.