I’m still learning to navigate my ship. I may be the captain but so far

I’m fairly certain that I have an untreated attention deficit. As if that’s not enough, I’ve decided to start writing. I recently submitted my first peer-reviewed piece to a well-respected medical journal. When I leave this place for good I want people to know me for being loud about things that are important to me: children, the desperate need for improvements and updates in how we view and treat mental health disorders, my devotion to anything that chirps, barks, moos, whinnies, and meows (except for primates, they are terrifying and ALSO PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE STOP BRINGING HOME SNAKES, DAUGHTER WHO RECENTLY MOVED BACK IN WITH ME), and defense of the rights of those who don’t fit into the “usual” category. This isn’t the 1800’s anymore and people don’t fit into perfect boxes and you know what? That’s just fine, guys. I’m the proud supporter of close friends and family members who identify as LGBTQIA+ and I’m a champion for anyone else who feels like the world doesn’t “see” them. I’ve had a lot of careers in my life so far: nanny since age eleven, retail (RIP Mervyn’s), banking, consumer lending (I’m super fun at a car dealership), mortgage underwriting, and then a big move into NICU and pediatric nursing about 15 years ago. I was in a commercial in my 20’s. I’ve experienced divorce, a chronic autoimmune illness, the loss of a parent, the transformation from firmly religious to agnostic, multiple failed rounds of in vitro, and my mom’s battle with triple-negative breast cancer. These challenges have changed me into a more empathetic – and perhaps more stubborn – human being. I may not understand everything but I will try to educate myself if you can convince me that it’s important.