It's calling me ...

Ever since I was a child, I always wondered what a "calling" would be like. I was brought up Catholic, went to Catholic school up until high school. And, all that time, the nuns and priests would talk about their calling, and how, when it's the right time, you will hear your calling. 

Throughout my life, I've tried different things, and thought I wanted to do this or that. I'm a legal clerk in the field of law, and have been doing this for over a decade. Yet, I don't feel any part of it "calling" me. I've been doing my job for so long, that it's second nature to me. But, I can't say that I love it, and that I want to always be here doing what I love. Because I don't love it. 

I love to write, that I know. And, I do that. This blog is the only thing I have published so far, but I'm working on other projects for future publishing. But, until I can make a comfortable life out of my writing which is my passion, there has to be another avenue of income to support the life I want for B and me.

So, I think I've heard my calling. Rather, I've been hearing my calling for the past several years. Ever since I lost my first child in 2005, I've felt very comfortable in hospitals. Though, I was the one being cared for, I started to grow an admiration for those caring for me. I considered nursing, but I know how grueling the work is and the scheduling is harsh. In the last few years, I've looked into other aspects of health care, and considered phlebotomy schooling, ultrasound technician, even medical transcription. 

It's years later, and the pang to try to get my foot in the door is rising again. I'm considering a course in medical assisting. I think that would be a good place to start. Though I have all this experience in Admin work, I don't think it'll be satisfying enough for me ... to just be handling paperwork with minimal patient contact.  Anyway, I think it's time I get serious and give it a shot before the pang kills me. 

Haha ... xoxo