We live on the side of the island that tends to get more rain, hence, has more greenery too. While this seems to bother some people that it might be a little wetter and at times chillier/windier, I happen to LOVE it.
Is the worry that they're going to get their hair wet, the issue?
As a curly-haired girl, this is not a problem I typically face. And since I have no major intentions of pulling out my oft forgotten hair straightener, which my husband probably threw away, I don't see that being an issue anytime soon. Let's be real, this is Hawaii and no one is majorly concerned with how primped my hair looks. I mean, I don't even regularly use a comb.
But back to the ideas of rain and change.
A year ago today (a lot happened this week last year!), I had my last day of work at a corporate clinical research job in the healthcare industry. I'd been there for just over three and a half years and while excited for our new endeavors, was slightly afraid that leaving my job in some way, shape, or form was a bad move. Thoughts a year later? Definitely the best decision.
I'm idealist, yes and am totally aware of that, but my former career wasn't exactly focusing on the hands-on work that I wanted to be doing in healthcare. Did I get to travel, work on interesting clinical trials, and meet new people, yes. But did I get to work with patients on a daily basis and get to know their individual needs, definitely not. Was I doing that somewhere else in my day-to-day life? Yes, in the yoga studio. Am I corporate or management averse? No, but sitting in a cubicle doing work had worn its toll on me and had unfortunately contributed to some of my aches and pains. It's kind of sad to say, but I haven't had any of the consistent lower back pain that I used to, since then (knock on wood!).
But, I still love the field of healthcare, always have, and always will. I've grown up with a Dad in the field and there has always been something satisfying and sort of magical for me about the hospital setting.
...Now you think I'm crazy. But really, even after the treatment I've gone through and the hours...no, days I've spent in the hospital, it just solidifies how much I want to be a part of the treatment team for others. Now, I'm all about variety of venues whether outpatient or hospice but that is truly where my heart lies.
So, a year without a "formal job". Why Sarah, you must be going crazy? Well yes, at times I was but I also was teaching yoga before I got sick and have certainly been busy with other worries since then. But now, it's time to put the focus back on my plan. And I've moved forward my strategizing with gusto.
I'm going back to school. Yes, that thing that most people want to escape, I'm diving back into it.
I'm starting next month with an online course and then will ease into on campus classes in the Fall (holding off on germ-immersion). I'll be working on my pre-requisites for DPT (doctorate of physical therapy) and in the process am planning (if accepted) to do a PTA (physical therapy assistant) program here. Why do that when the end goal is going to be DPT? Well, we're military and the stress of coordinating location of school applications/acceptance with the timing of our station change location is kind of cray-cray. In essence, we'd like to make life a little less high-stakes and more adaptable to our situation. Plus, I just really want to hit the ground running in the field of physical therapy. With the recent changes in direct access to PTs in 43 of the 50 states (so far), there are certainly a number of more jobs opening up. I'm not pretentious, and certainly don't consider this path as a step back but a chance to gain some great working experience before pursing the end degree. It feels right and after having the time to really think about what I want to do with my life and career, this incorporates a beautiful blend of my passions for both yoga and running.
As I've grown up being told not to simply settle with what everyone else is doing, you should do what you love and love what you do.