After I resigned from the hospital, my mom felt bad for me. Only I knew how much effort I'd put into getting my tenure and my nursing license. I'd practically lived in the library during the busiest months.
"You worked so hard to become a head nurse, and now it's gone. I know you're talented and can find another job easily, but it still feels like such a waste."
I shook my head. There was nothing to regret. When I was little, I used to dream of being like those angels in white on TV, saving lives. But once I actually got into it, I realized reality was nothing like fantasy.
And having lived through it all once before, I understood that you don't have to hold on to what you love forever. Just having tried it is enough. Sometimes, holding on too tightly ends up hurting you more.
The well
