I’ve had a few different jobs in my life, as many of us have.

I’ve been in food service as a waitress, a host, a barista, a cafe manager. I worked in retail at several different places from a clothing store to a dollar store.  I was in banking on and off for 20 years.  I hated banking. With a white hot passion hated it.

In 2017 I dared to quit my job without something to back it up (Very un-oola, but I didn’t know oola yet) and left the banking industry determined to never go back to it.

It wasn’t easy, but thanks to a few good turns of events, a good friend, and a little sprinkle of luck I landed a new job in a completely new-to-me field.

Health Care.

I swear I mean it when I say I had NO idea what I was getting into. I knew I’d be working in the ER, but how much would I have to see? I have a very poor/weak constitution when it comes to things like blood and guts. I’ve never worked in health care, and while I have special needs children, my medical knowledge was pretty much…next to nothing.

I never dreamed how much this job would change me, my life, my goals.  How it would inspire me to hope to return to school. How I would feel I found the place I belonged.

Over the past year and a half many things have changed, and some things at my job have changed, too, to the point where my job was just flat out not the same…but I still loved the people I worked with and the company I worked for and my managers and the doctors, nurses, and the many varied stories.  My tasks were always the same, but every single day was so different.

Having to turn in my notice here was the true definition of bittersweet.  It gave me great joy knowing that I was pursuing my dream and preparing to move, but I have never struggled so much to leave a job.  My last day led to some great laughter, great hugs, and great tears.

This place took a chance on me, a woman with absolutely no experience in the field, and gave me some real goals for my future.  They turned out a person that loves the field of healthcare administration and cannot wait for the opportunity to learn more and do more.

I have been saying for a while now that I’ve found what I love to do and where I love to do it, it was just in the wrong state.  I’m hoping that my next position furthers this belief and brings me as much joy as this job did.

I will miss my doctors, my nurses, my hospital.

Leaving a job has never been so hard.

Only the draw of the future I’m meant to find could have ever made me leave.