Finding my voice at the dinner table

Tonight’s family dinner took an unexpected turn when my dad asked how I’m really feeling about starting nursing prerequisites next week. Instead of my usual vague ‘fine’ response, I actually opened up about why this path feels right for me.

Finding my voice at the dinner table

I told them how different nursing feels from the pre-med track I was forcing myself down. How I want to be hands-on with patients, not stuck behind a desk. How I’ve been watching the nurses during my volunteer shifts and thinking ‘that’s what I want to do.’ My mom got this look on her face like she was seeing me clearly for the first time in months.

The best part? My dad said he’s proud of me for figuring out what I actually want instead of just following expectations. Coming from the man who’s been talking about ‘Dr. Elena’ since I was twelve, that meant everything. [IMAGE_2]

Feels good to have my family really understand where I’m headed for once. Now I just need to survive anatomy class without changing my mind again!