Happy Post-Turkey/Pre-Christmas Shenanigans. I hope the holiday season is treating you well so far. Frankly, I’m trying to stave off the insanity of Christmas shopping. I’m not one of those people who was done shopping a month ago, but I’m halfway through and that’s pretty spectacular in my opinion.
With the end of the year comes the time of year when I’m thinking of where I’m going to end up. Things are a bit chaotic as I’m in Plymouth far longer than I would normally remain in the east. That changes my normal plan to head to California the first of the year. I’m a snow bird, as we all know, and I head for warmth as soon as there’s even a hint of winter in the air. My plans are a little thrown off, which makes me wonder if this next year needs to be different.
My initial plan was to just stay where I am in New England for a few more weeks. I could finish and then take another trip to England only for 3 weeks instead of 4 days. Well that didn’t pan out. Now it’s trying to decide what to do next and I’m stressing through it.
Next year in May makes 5 years of straight traveling. That’s not a long time, but it feels long. I have these moments where I’m desperate for a break. Not just one or two or even three weeks off, but longer. Not from traveling, but from nursing itself. From staring at monitors, stressing about strips, worrying about making mistakes, or fretting about outcomes.
You can love something and need time away from it. We go and go until we’re forced to stop or we hate what we do so much we up and leave. We seem to take pride in burning ourself out. The funny thing is when the opportunity to take five comes, we don’t always take it. We waffle because money, family, obligations, obligations, obligations.
I may have the chance to take a break and I’m battling with whether I should take the chance. What if I don’t budget enough money or something happens or… or…
I realize that I have a lot of privilege in the decision I’m trying to make. I realize not everyone gets to be in a position where they can choose between taking time off and working to make ends meet. I’m very privileged.
So shouldn’t I seize the chance when its presented to me? I could try to find a short 8 week contract and hope I can get 3 weeks off, or I can budget my money and just take 11 weeks off. Get my big trip to England in and figure out the direction my career should take next. Which would you do if you could swing it?
Oh there’s a number of things I need to sort like finances and insurance. I’ve had a sleepless night or two lately as I’ve pondered the right thing to do. I already have some ideas on how to make it work, but it’ll require a bit of lean living for a bit. Not like I don’t need to live a little leaner anyway.
I feel like if I do what I normally would I’ll miss a chance to experience something awesome. Life has enough regrets that I’d hate to make this one.
Life sometimes gives us the opportunity to take big chances. Scary chances, exciting chances, daring chances. There’s a lot of what-ifs tied to stepping out, but there’s also a lot of freedom too. It requires thinking things through, but it also requires jumping and seeing where you land.
I guess I’ll do something that others may think is reckless. I’m a travel nurse though so a lot of what I do requires a certain degree of recklessness.
So, here’s to jumping and seeing where we land, eh?
Travel on, road warrior