I'm trying to blog every day this month, so far so good. NaBloPoMo is offering " writing prompts" to give, we, or is it us, bloggers food for thought. Today's is:
When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I never had a clue about what I wanted to be when I grew up until after I grew up.
I
liked science in elementary school. I remember having a chemistry set,
but most of the experiments required heating something with a candle and
my mother hid the matches. I also remember making some type of
barometer with modeling clay and ink, real ink like for fountain pens,
the kind that stains permanently. It didn't end well.
When I went
to college the first time at age 18, all my friends were going to be
teachers so I thought why not and graduated with BS in biology,
teaching. The best thing about college was all the fun I had and meeting
Richard.
We got married, he became a teacher, and I had the
kids. Richard was a great teacher, it was his life's work and he was
very good at it.
Eventually in search of a "mindless" job to get me out of the house, I got a job as a CNA in our small local hospital. I was inspired by the nurses I worked with to eventually go to nursing school where I found my life's work. Better late than never!
Today
I started a new job as a nurse practitioner in public health. I'm
excited to be excited about going to work and doing something new. I
haven't felt that since Richard died and I guess that's a hopeful sign.
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