I really believe that my life wasn’t exactly my idea. I have asked many young people, including my nieces and nephews, over the years what do you plan to do with your life and most all of them at one time said, “I don’t know” but then several years down the road they moved in more of a structured direction, thank God.
I probably would have felt the same way if mom wouldn’t have started her brainwashing very early in my life. She insisted that I was going to be a nurse. I got a book about a famous nurse or a nurse’s kit for just about every gift getting occasion while growing up. I didn’t read any of those books, I just stored them under my bed. It probably would have helped me in my nursing philosophy class in graduated school if I had.
Nursing was really mom’s dream, not mine. Her grandmother, who raised her, told her she wasn’t going to be a nurse because it was a dirty profession. She resented that decision and decided that I would fulfill that dream for her. It wasn’t that I had any more potential than my two other sisters, it was that I was the easiest to manipulate. It took me a good while to recognize that.
When I got to college, which is something else both my mom and dad insisted on for their kids, I was asked what I wanted for my major. The word nursing came out. I looked around to see who said that and it was me! I guess the brainwashing worked.
Thanks mom. Nursing turned out to be a pretty good career choice. And there are so many different career choices within nursing. I’ve tried on many and wore them for a while. You can always find something that you like and never get bored. Every time I changed career paths, there was something blocking one direction and something else kicking me down another.
I am currently working as a nurse practitioner, in a corrections setting, providing the health care to 1200-1300 inmates. It takes all that I have learned, from all my other career experiences, to adequately fulfill this responsibility. Besides being a tremendous challenge, there’s never a dull moment with this job.
The life that chose me didn’t offer any children either but I got my procreation needs met throughout my nursing career. Teaching nursing for 23 years, and now taking care of inmates has more than met that need. I often tell the people I work with that I feel like I’m raising a huge bunch of teenagers because most of the people we have in jail seem to be stuck in their adolescence. I don’t think they chose their lives either, at least they swear they didn’t. They just “caught that charge”.
PS. It's so weird the synchronicity that goes on every day. As I was finishing this little post I checked in on a blog that I follow every day. It's Craig Crawford's Trailmix, a political blog. http://blogs.cqpolitics.com/trailmix/ I can't get through a day without checking in there. I saw Craig on MSNBC one day. At the time, he seemed to be the only person I heard on the news who made any sense. I looked him up to thank him and I ran into his blog. I've been addicted to it ever since.
One of our blog members is Lard. Lardass Liberal is his handle on the blog. I didn't know it but he is also a journalist. He was recently diagnosed with brain cancer and has started his own blog to share his experience, http://seanholton.wordpress.com/ Isn't it interesting, that at a time when the country is involved in a serious discussion on health care, that this journalist gets brain cancer and has to examine the health care system from the inside out. I don't think he actually chose his life either.