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It's funny, though, how you start to get that sense of something being "meant to be." For the past nearly 6 months or so I had been growing increasingly dissatisfied with my job. Although I didn't work more than four shifts a month I'd started feeling a sense of dread when it came time to do so. Then more recently I started to get headaches--pounding, throbbing ones--whenever I knew that I was on schedule to work.
My husband, great guy that he is, gave me the option of leaving my job and staying home with the kids for a while. Although I was ecstatic about the possibility, I've almost always worked from the time I was 14, and despite how I felt about my job I was terrified at the thought of leaving. I prayed and prayed some more over this, and we decided that I would leave my job either January or February 2013, and I could then decide, after some time off, what exactly I wanted to do.
The momentum definitely shifted after I finally got the long awaited invitation to start the advanced placement RN program I've waited so long to start. I would definitely be leaving my job now so as to focus fully on my education. With a sense of relief I typed my resignation letter this week. I decided to speak with my supervisor directly, just out of respect for the nearly 7 years that I've worked for the company, to let her know that I would only be there for two weeks more.
The conversation was so anti-climactic. I'd never been a bad employee, heck I'm on their website in a video for nurse recruitment! There were no thank-yous offered for years of service or commitment. Only a quick "Good luck and keep us posted on your progress." With that it was over.
And that's when that feeling of my new path being meant to be swept over me. The choice had been made for me, and I completely understand that it's time now for me to go in the direction of my dreams.