Change Careers?

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.

Day 1

I started my website today.  My own dot com. Why did I do this?  I want to be a writer.  I can be whoever I want to be.  Do I want to say I’m a writer?  Or do I want to be a writer.  To me being a writer doesn’t mean getting published.  It doesn’t even mean that my words are being read.  It means I’m writing words that express myself.

My goal is 3,000 words a day.  If I wish to become a writer I have to write everyday.  I could wait until I become a better writer to make this website. But I will never be good enough to start this website.  I think people wait until the perfect moment, myself included.  For example, that perfect girl or that perfect house. This world is flawed in many ways.  To get what I want out of life I have to just go for it. Thus this blog/website.

What would you do if you quit your job? This question was proposed earlier today on my Facebook feed. If money was not an issue.  I would travel, write, learn jiu jitsu, meet people and get into adventures.

Life is an experiment.  I’ll keep going until I come up with something.

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