Ever hear somebody say, “get comfortable with being uncomfortable?” It is a great motto, but you first have to come to the realization that you are “stuck” in your comfort zone. At least that was the case for me. Unfortunately, it took the devastating loss of Adalie for me to realize that I’ve become complacent.
Since I was a little girl, I dreamed of becoming a physician. My passion for as long as I remember has been in women’s health and fertility (although I’m pretty sure at some point in my childhood, I told everyone I was going to become a brain surgeon). With such high aspirations, I received my undergraduate degree in biology, and satisfied all prerequisites to apply for medical school, with the exception of taking the MCAT.
Where am I now, you may ask? I am working in the field of business, hiring prospective medical professionals to work in Emergency Departments. It may sound ironic, but really it isn’t because I started out as one of those bright eyed pre-meds looking for medical experience. I became a scribe and then worked my way up the corporate ladder; not what I intended, but the promotional track was enticing at the time.
That’s how I got here.
Medical school is not in the cards for me now, but I’ve got my heart set on nursing. My best friend is a nurse. She is the most caring, patient, and compassionate person I know. When I grow up, I want to be just like her.
My real passion is still women’s health, and I will find a way to do what I love and love what I do.
And who knows. Perhaps one day I’ll be a nurse practitioner or a midwife. The first step is making the leap out of what I call my comfort zone.
Chelsea Potts 