Saturday, November 13
I've been trying for months now to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. (Yes, I'm 25 and still haven't grown up.) I've pondered becoming a nurse (which is still not out of the question), a poet, a doctor, and a conglomeration of other things. My future is now certain.
I will be myself. I think that careers and titles have become a little too important in our American culture. It was pointed out to me, yesterday, that I am just a CNA. Yes, I may wipe asses for a living, but I also do many other important things every day. I comfort residents who have not seen a family member for many years. I get to hold their hand and pray as I try not to bawl my eyes out when they are passing away.
I may be just a CNA, which does sometimes stand for Certifiably Neurotic Asswiper instead of Certified Nursing Assistant. I can tell you that I wouldn't trade it for a Nobel Peace Prize.