How many of us actually do what we love for a living?
And how many of us actually planned to be where we are?
It started with the best intentions and some sort of a plan…
What do you do?
I work for a nonprofit where I educate the communities on Long Island on how to prevent diseases (like cancer), help women who have been diagnosed with breast cancer, and work with high school interns interested in science research.
I didn’t plan on being here. I wound up here. I always flip-flopped my ideas, and still do.
I studied history and sociology in college – after switching from physical therapy, and before that marine biology. The problem was, I liked everything. I wound up studying what I enjoyed learning about most, and following the professors I liked most. Which oddly seemed to be people. I was never one of the kids who was passionate about one particular thing. Interestingly, I feel like everyone is expected to be the kid passionate about one thing, yet most are not.
My parents didn’t choose where they were either. My mom worked for a dental office and my dad for a copy machine company. Not what they chose, but where they wound up. My mom studied psychology, my dad engineering. But life happens!
Down the road, my mom wound up with a cancer diagnosis that took her life. That horrible experience (there is truly no way to describe in words how terrible) led me to work where I do. I wanted to help people. So now I work in a place where I can help prevent people and families from going through what we did. It’s rewarding, for sure, but it’s not without its stresses.
But there is another part of me that has had to deal with the feelings of it all – and it led me to write. I haven’t always had a passion for writing, but I have always had a passion for reading. I hope to write and publish novels one day! (Hopefully sooner rather than later)
Here’s a real picture of me writing:
I feel ridiculous, but I enjoy it. I will only get better as time goes on!
We are pressured at the age of 16 to figure out what we want in life but haven’t really experienced much. Or at least I didn’t. I have changed my mind so many times since then.
Yet my experiences have brought me back to my interests in a roundabout way – back to my family and back to books!