When I was a little girl, I was truly obsessed with animals. The bond that you can have with your cat or dog is so beneficial for mental and emotional health, I swear by that. Their excitement for seeing you after you’ve been at work all day, showering you with love, kisses, and cuddles; I’m just not sure how life gets much better than that.
With all of the love and devotion animals give to humans out of the kindness of their souls, I wanted to someday have the chance to “give back.” All I ever wanted to be when I grew up was a veterinarian. Having the opportunity to learn about them more in-depth, help them, keep them safe, and make sure they’re healthy – it’s all I ever dreamed of. I wanted to work with animals for the rest of my life.
But, as usual, life had other plans for me. As you probably know from my last blog entry, Best Day of Your Life, I found out I was pregnant right before my 18th birthday. Going to college for a long period of time wasn’t something I was able to do anymore, and even though it was difficult to come to terms with, I knew I would be OK. No matter what, I would find something else I enjoyed to do in life. I would provide for my baby and I just fine, no matter what it took.
Following that realization, I struggled with what I wanted to do with my life because the possibilities were overwhelming. For the first majority of my adult life, I was in the medical field. For 4 years, I was a caregiver (then a CNA) in group homes for adults with mental handicaps and disabilities. I’ve also worked at the hospital as a CNA, and I was an administrative assistant (had a lot more duties than my job title) for a home health agency. For a very short time, I worked for State Farm, and I’m now working for a trucking company.
I’ve tried a few different things, and if I’m being honest, I’m still not entirely sure of where I want to end up. I absolutely love the company that I currently work for, and am coming up on my one year anniversary with them. As you can tell, I’m also taking on blogging (as a hobby, but maybe more later), and possibly photography later on down the road. Fingers crossed.
So, as of right now, I don’t have an actual dream job, just a career goal, I guess you could say. I want to stay somewhere that I’m happy, appreciated, able to move up in, respected, and overall genuinely excited about coming in every day. That’s all that I truly want.
How has your dream job changed overtime? What are your expectations for your dream job?
Day 29 coming soon.