Well. It sure has been a process. A journey.
Yes. That’s just it. A journey. From there to here, I mean.
I remember being a freshman, spending my first night in a strange dorm room at Gordon College. This was the night after having been in the Adirondack mountains for 12 days. I was exhausted. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Maybe even spiritually.
And yet, I was ready. For what? Not a clue. New friends, maybe. New places to see, new ideas to learn and to explore.
And yet, somehow, I never felt quite right. I didn’t like the career choices that advisers were helping me make. Actually. I take that back. I didn’t like the career choices that *I* was making!
I remember calling my dad and asking him what he thought. I remember searching through nutrition classes and feeling overwhelmed with excitement, just by the class descriptions. But I was scared. Of chemistry. And biology. But mostly, I was scared of failing.
But then, it happened.
It = phone call to dad. The phone call.
The one that sent me on a spiral of new opportunities and new experiences. Looking back, it now just feels like a blur. Dad told me to not be afraid of failing, saying that I could always return to Gordon if I felt the need. He told me I could do it. He believed in me.
And then. I graduated. With a degree in nutrition, at an entirely new school, with an entirely new set of friends. It was overwhelming. Absolutely overwhelming. I almost cried. Maybe I did.
After graduation, my sister took me out for a girls-only, dream getaway to Boston.
I remember feeling so girly. So happy. So giddy with excitement and fun. So in love with the city, with the day, and with life itself. And crab cakes (!!!) at the Top of the Hub!
And then, along came the next step for becoming a dietitian.
This was after those five semesters of chemistry. After anatomy and energy metabolism and medical nutrition therapy. After one too many sleepless nights, and major exams and research articles that would send anyone’s head swimming.
After all that. The next step: dietetic internship.
This was 10 months of clinical, community and food service experience. It was intense. I walked with mom every chance that I could get, just as a means of giving me energy and keeping me calm (and sane!) She didn’t mind my venting or complaining or my sharing of stories. She listened and laughed and sighed right along with me.
I remember these walks carrying me through happy moments, stressful moments, and those moments when I only wanted to sleep.
Yes. I remember that first day of my dietetic internship as if it was yesterday.
I remember the entire journey. From there to here.
There. Confused about career choices at a school in which I never felt quite at home. Always wanting something more.
To here. Graduating with a degree in nutrition and (soon!) from my dietetic internship; in just 3 days. And then, eventually, going for my RD exam.
Life sure is funny.
Career choices. Never be afraid. You are more capable of achieving your heart’s dreams and desires than you think you are. Always aim high. Because, really, what’s the worse that could happen?