When I was a kid, I knew I could be whatever I wanted to be when I grew up. It was a wonderful feeling. My first big dream was to be a singer. As a little girl I would perform from my "stage" in the living room and belt out my favorite songs (ah, Dolly Parton) and show off how I could sing my A-B-C's in vibrato (like the opera), which I considered to be very advanced.
As the years passed, my world of possibilities became more limited. By the time I was a teenager I could feel the pressure to make the
right decision for my life's purpose and direction.
I came to the conclusion that I had two choices:
1) lawyer
or
2) doctor
For some reason I thought those were the "best" jobs out there. Even though I knew very little about what either of them would actually entail, let alone what the various other options might be. After more thought, some very enjoyable science classes, and an inspiring health class, I decided I would be a doctor.
What had started as a wide open meadow of limitless possibilities, had now evolved into a well defined path leading toward a distinct goal.
This is NOT a story about ending up in the wrong place.
Today I am completely in love with what I do for a living. Working with kids and their families, learning new things on a daily basis, watching technology advance with the field, and teaching. It is an honor and a privilege to be a part of these patients lives.
It's about finding my voice again.
What I also love is my ability to define what, where, and when I do my work. Without this power, the joy is much harder to come by.