Better things are coming, I swear there’s truth in that.

Hey!

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I have an announcement to make: I resigned from my job!

For those who don’t know me that well, I have a Bachelor of Nursing and have been nursing on the wards for approx. 4 years. Prior to that I was a dental nurse for my Dad for 8 years – there were perks but also downsides, let me tell you. I’ve had a lot of hands-on experience within the healthcare setting. I’ve decided it’s time for a change… it’s time for me to experience the medical profession from a different angle.

Some people might think, “WOW, Edwina, that’s a rash decision” but I beg to differ. I have been extremely unhappy for a long time and I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. Then it dawned on me after spending thousands of dollars on therapy that it wasn’t me that was the problem, it was the toxic environment in which I begrudgingly got out of bed to attend every day – WORK.

I am not saying I hate my ward and that everybody is terrible (this is far, far from the truth) but if I’m being honest, this has been a long time coming. I have thought for a long time that further education would change my mind about this but it hasn’t. I’ve just been stuck in a rut. I couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. Without getting into too much detail, I found myself thinking, “we should nurture each other as fellow nurses and encourage their pursuits” then I thought about how that wasn’t an inherent quality or value on my ward; I’ve also found myself thinking that I would rather not work in an environment where people would put their petty differences ahead of a patient’s safety – patient’s come first, egos come second in medicine. 

So… I wrote an earnest resignation letter and made sure I followed the rules in regards to mandatory notice and the two week resignation period where I still had to work. When I walked out of that meeting and said my peace, I kind of returned to my old self. One of my colleagues noted, “You’ve got your cheeky smile back – you just resigned, didn’t you?”. I was beaming.

Without a job to follow-up and my “5 year plan” starting in the complete opposite direction I thought it would, here I am.

Things that have happened but not in quite the order I had envisaged:

  • I quit my job
  • I got my long-awaited puppy named Sophie. She is one of the reasons I want to get up in the morning.
  • I am looking for an apartment to buy and live in (with Sophie Bear).
  • I have applied for new jobs – I got a job interview straight away – outrageous!
  • Acknowledgement of my ticking biological clock but not being afraid about it. There’s just some stuff you cannot plan for.

So I guess I just have to say that yes – you can plan for lots of things in life but it’s immensely important to trust in yourself. My instincts told me that I had to leave and I consulted with my family and my best friend and with their support I made my decision to leave. I haven’t looked back.

I am desperately sad to leave some of my beloved friends and colleagues at work but I know that they too will see the light and move on one day.

I got Sophie Bear, she’s kind of like a therapy dog (according to my shrink) and she is outrageous. She is cute, smart, funny, affectionate and playful.

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I put myself out there and applied for jobs that might not be 100% right forever, but are probably right for now.

I am open to the prospect of love but am not actively looking anymore. I feel great about that.

I guess you could say, FINALLY, I am happy and headed in a direction I want to roam. 

I conclude with this song by Passion Pit (an old favourite), Better Things.

“Baby don’t be unhappy
Baby don’t be sad
Better things are coming
I swear there’s truth in that”

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