OK, I’ve jumped. Now what?
The pre-jump and the jump itself were a jumbled mess of fear, frustration, anger, distractions, doubt and nausea. But there was also confidence, support from great friends, pride and bravery. Shh… don’t tell anyone that I just referred to myself as a brave person. Normally I wouldn’t, but a few people that I always trust told me I was so I’m going to believe them just this once.
I just left a career in law firm administrative management to go back to school to become an Occupational Therapist. Yes, for all the cheesy “I want to help people” type reasons. I’m not a saint, but working in hell can make you feel like one.
So here I am in my mid-30s, back at school for the first time since 1997. Gone are the days of relatively care-free spending, endless hours in conference rooms pretending to care about lawyers, wearing button-up shirts, and always having my next big vacation on the calendar (at least for now). For the time being I’ll be spending a lot of time in coffee shops on WiFi, wondering how in the hell this former Art History major is going to memorize all this medicalese.
