Ugh. Being in your early twenties (or close enough to it) brings on a lot of stress and a lot of big decisions. I mean, its the beginning of the rest of your life. You control where and how most things go. Your job, where you live, who you love, if you wanna have a family, that kinda thing. These are all things you’re supposed to know by this age. Or so you’re told from the age that you can start actually comprehending English.
But if you’re anything like me, or anyone my age really, you have no idea what you wanna do or where you wanna go and you kinda freak out because you feel like you don’t have anything figured out and that’s basically just setting yourself up for failure, right?
Wrong.
Before I even graduated high-school I was a small business owner, a CNA and working a part-time job and a full-time job. Being a geriatric CNA has been what I wanted to do my whole life. Or so I thought.
I realized quite a long time ago that working with old people isn’t my forte. It’s depressing. You surround yourself with a bunch of old, dying, sad old people who don’t know what’s going on half the time. I’m not saying that I don’t want to be in the medical field at all, and yeah I had a good job, but a part of growing up is trial and error.
I just got another job as a CNA in an assisted living facility and I can already tell that I’m going to hate it. I went through the orientation process and had interaction time with the staff and some of the patients and I can just tell it’s something I’m (once again) not going to be happy with. And if it wasn’t for me knowing that I HAVE to have this job so I can start bringing money back into the house, I would have politely declined the job offer and I’d find something part-time until I could figure out what I wanna do.
That doesn’t necessarily mean that being a geriatric CNA has ruined the medical field for me. Actually, quite on the contrary. I’d like to go further and further my education but I feel like the place I need to be with is children. And I could be wrong. I could end up working as a pediatric CNA or MA or LPN or whatever and hate it. Again, trial and error.
I don’t know what I wanna do. Hell, I don’t even know what I don’t wanna do. All I know is that early twenty-somethings are some of the hardest times you’ll deal with and where you’ll be faced with some of the hardest decisions you’ll ever have to make in your life.
All I can do at this point is hope and pray that I’m soon pointed in the right direction. Or at least one that makes me happy.