Kitchen table counsel

Jake pulled out his laptop and a legal pad like we were about to draft a business plan. “Walk me through it again,” he said, settling into full problem-solving mode while I tried to organize my thoughts around this coordinator position.

Kitchen table counsel

The offer keeps getting bigger in my head. Regional coordinator means traveling to twelve nursing programs, designing curriculum that could actually change how students learn. It’s everything I’ve been building toward without even realizing it. But it also means leaving the campus rec center, stepping away from the direct student contact that got me into this field in the first place.

“What scares you more,” Jake asked, “taking the job or not taking it?” Leave it to him to cut straight through to the real question. We spent two hours mapping out scenarios, pros and cons, what-ifs.

Timer captures us mid-debate about the coordinator position

He even made a spreadsheet, because apparently that’s how his brain processes my career anxiety.

By the time we ordered pizza, I realized we weren’t just talking about a job anymore. We were talking about who I’m becoming, what kind of professional I want to be. Sometimes the biggest decisions sneak up on you disguised as opportunities.