Don’t you think it’s funny, how much changes in a year? How much has changed… How much can change?
When you look at the day by day, small actions don’t surmount to huge changes. But somehow, over time, those small actions and small choices add up and when you look back, everything is different.
When I think back to this time last year I was a bit of an anxious mess. I’d just finished studying my Bachelor of Arts (Sociology) and Masters of Nursing at one of Australia’s top Universities only to find out that I was potentially going to be unemployed in my field for 2017. I’d been unsuccessful in receiving a first round offer for a new graduate Nursing position.
I’d like to look back and think I was resilient – a character trait crucial to any successful individual. I had my few days of disappointment and tears before embarking on further job applications. At this point my mentality was “whatever… I have nothing to lose” so I gave it my all and when, a few weeks later, I found out that I indeed had been successful in receiving a job offer from this second option, I was again disheartened.
The job was not to commence until September… SEPTEMBER!? That was 9 months away. What was I supposed to do then? Live on the street? Twiddle my thumbs?
I was gutted, proud, excited… all of the feels.
The world works in funny ways, you see. Somehow, everything happens just at the right time, for the right reason.
A matter of days latter, I received an offer from a small Hospital in a rural location. I cried. I felt incredibly unlucky that these turn of events were happening to me. I didn’t want to leave my new home in Sydney, and my established network of friends. I didn’t want to give up my dream of working in one of Sydney’s largest hospitals to work in a 60 bed hospital. I had no idea what to do.
I am an impulsive person. I get an idea in my head, and I roll with it. I just go for it. I don’t give things much thought (sometimes…). So when I found out this small hospital was going to offer me work in my dream area – The Emergency Department – as well as some other fantastic opportunities such as the Operating Theatre, I took it. Without much consideration for the move, reshuffling, the fact I had not yet found somewhere to live.
Well… It was the best damn decision I’ve made in a while.
The skills I’ve gained – although not without initial feelings of “I’m drowning” and spending every weekend at the library – the people I’ve met, the opportunities I’ve had, the doors it has opened.
I’ve learnt a great deal about myself; a great deal about what I value; and a great deal about what I want. I think everyone should move to a foreign place. Everyone should be forced to put themselves out there, start over, make the effort, feel scared and unsure of oneself. It’s terrifying. It’s so worthwhile.
Twelve months later (almost) I now have plans to pick up my life and move again. To a place I have never been; a place that is literally in the middle of no where.
Most of all, I’m ready to learn: about my job and about myself.
I can’t wait. Bring it on.