"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." -Anais Nin
This resonates with me right now. I'm facing another crossroads, and one that includes a move. I've completed the education and experiences that I feel have prepared me to care for teenagers, especially those with eating disorders. I feel a strong responsibility to be a good steward of my strengths and passion for the fields of adolescent medicine and eating disorders. It feels like doing so means that I take my first job as a nurse practitioner within these specialties, at least one if not both. I'm very excited about getting to do what I've wanted to do for, what feels like, so long.
I knew when I moved back to San Francisco 2 years ago that there was a chance that I would be here to complete my education to become a nurse practitioner and then move on again. And I really have tried to be open to that possibility all along, at least in the back of my mind. But I don't like to live life in a way that prohibits me establishing myself and putting down roots. So I have invested much here, again. I still love this city, albeit in a different way than when I first lived here. I have great community. I feel like I still haven't tapped out all that the Bay Area affords in terms of outdoor activities, culture, and community- there's many things that remain on my "list" to do, see, and eat. Leaving now seems premature, at a point when my life doesn't have to revolve around homework and saying no to social activities on the weekends because I'm working.
I knew when my friends approached me, asking me to visit their clinic and consider coming on staff, that I would most certainly like what I saw. But I didn't know how much I'd feel like I belonged there- like I wasn't just visiting. I walked away from those 2 days at the clinic feeling very alive and excited to put my experiences and skills to good use, despite there being a lot of unknowns and what-ifs associated with the reality that this position is being created for me. But I was also saddened by the fact that it means uprooting my life, leaving a city I love, and moving to a place that I've never really thought of living before- southern California. As I've considered my perspective on what makes a place that I live feel like home and what makes a job appealing and worthwhile as well as wrestled with my apprehensions, I know that this opportunity is one that I don't want to pass up.
So here's to the limited time I have left as a resident of San Francisco (at least for now). I'm ready to take risks to become the nurse practitioner I've dreamed of being.
This resonates with me right now. I'm facing another crossroads, and one that includes a move. I've completed the education and experiences that I feel have prepared me to care for teenagers, especially those with eating disorders. I feel a strong responsibility to be a good steward of my strengths and passion for the fields of adolescent medicine and eating disorders. It feels like doing so means that I take my first job as a nurse practitioner within these specialties, at least one if not both. I'm very excited about getting to do what I've wanted to do for, what feels like, so long.
I knew when I moved back to San Francisco 2 years ago that there was a chance that I would be here to complete my education to become a nurse practitioner and then move on again. And I really have tried to be open to that possibility all along, at least in the back of my mind. But I don't like to live life in a way that prohibits me establishing myself and putting down roots. So I have invested much here, again. I still love this city, albeit in a different way than when I first lived here. I have great community. I feel like I still haven't tapped out all that the Bay Area affords in terms of outdoor activities, culture, and community- there's many things that remain on my "list" to do, see, and eat. Leaving now seems premature, at a point when my life doesn't have to revolve around homework and saying no to social activities on the weekends because I'm working.
I knew when my friends approached me, asking me to visit their clinic and consider coming on staff, that I would most certainly like what I saw. But I didn't know how much I'd feel like I belonged there- like I wasn't just visiting. I walked away from those 2 days at the clinic feeling very alive and excited to put my experiences and skills to good use, despite there being a lot of unknowns and what-ifs associated with the reality that this position is being created for me. But I was also saddened by the fact that it means uprooting my life, leaving a city I love, and moving to a place that I've never really thought of living before- southern California. As I've considered my perspective on what makes a place that I live feel like home and what makes a job appealing and worthwhile as well as wrestled with my apprehensions, I know that this opportunity is one that I don't want to pass up.
So here's to the limited time I have left as a resident of San Francisco (at least for now). I'm ready to take risks to become the nurse practitioner I've dreamed of being.
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