“Come to the edge, He said. They said, We are afraid.
Come to the edge, He said. They came.
He pushed them… and they flew.”
From the moment that I met my best friend at school, Karen, she told me that she was going to be a doctor. She seemed to arrive at this decision with little need for reflection or soul-searching; she simply knew that she wanted to be a doctor, and that was that. Not even those treacherous 18-hour shifts at medical school, her dislike of seeing blood, or going into massive debt to fund her study made her question her career choice.
I, however, never had that clarity. My career path has been as undulating, meandering and seemingly haphazard as the most challenging of rally circuits. I have never even had that “eureka” moment that people who have found their life’s calling often talk about.
Instead, my journey to finding work I love came through a series of false starts, well-intentioned (but ill-thought-through) decisions, uncomfortable realizations, and a lot of courage.