Sometimes, our paths seems directionless. The way is crowded and we can't see our destination. My first day of class, I would have these moments when I would think what am I doing here? I'm a writer, not a nurse!
But something inside was telling me it was where I was supposed to be, and it felt right. Do I know if I am going to fail or succeed? No, but if I don't ever try, then I am still no closer to my destination.
Maybe being a nurse will be a part of my real joy. The kind of joy that holds you up from the inside, not the kind that surrounds you.