It’s been about a month now?
I officially started my new job and this week was my first full week on my own. I moved away from a job and workplace that I already loved to a place that is building on that love and passion I have for my career. I won’t lie, I was completely burned out by my last job – I felt under-appreciated, taken for granted… but to say that they didn’t build me up in the right way to succeed the way I am in my current workplace? There are no words that can help say how grateful I am to have started there first, to have grown there and to have met the amazing people I did to help shape the kind of nurse I’m growing to be.
I’ve moved from one dream job to another and I am so thankful, because the timing of everything has been perfect, as it always has been. For me, in every transition I like to think that I pray a lot. I pray for courage and guidance, I pray for a sign… this time was no different. And it really seems like in every part of my life God has gently pushed me to make the right decisions in my life. Even though I’m always worried, I always listen. In my eyes, I like to think of it as acts of obedience 😛 No lie though, with every decision, to God I probably look like an overly anxious chihuahua.
While I’ve only just begun my new job, after talking to my friends and co-workers at my old hospital, it seems like it definitely was the right time to have left, and it’s crazy, because there was no way to have known that all that has happened already was going to happen. I am thankful that in my new workplace I have the support I need and I now have new goals to work towards. I’m really blessed and the more I think about it, it makes me want to work harder.