Over the last few weeks (well months really) I had to really figure out what I wanted, needed, and what is really most important to me. Sure I "wanted" to move to Chicago, but what you want isn't always what you need (I can hear my dad's voice in the back of my head). My next idea was "wanting" to live in Tulsa, Dallas, or Pensacola where I didn't have to pay rent for a year. Saving up money sounded like the grown up thing to do! I then realized I had to be mature (ugh such an ugly word) and figure out the difference between what I wanted and needed. I came to the conclusion that I "needed" to find a job where I could get the most quality experience and really push myself to learn as much as possible, even if that meant moving away to a small town away from your family and friends (dagger to the heart - okay I'm a little melodramatic).
So this brings me to the present. I have found an incredible hospital where I get to learn a million new things each day. I've officially spent an entire week there so far and yes I am so overwhelmed, but at the same time I am learning more then I could have ever expected. Moving to a small town has given me the opportunity to work with all types of patients in many different settings, such as the precious sickly newbies in the NICU, patients in the ICU, pediatrics, outpatient, etc. Literally every single wing, every single floor, babies through geriatrics - I'll get to work with it all! It's so exciting and unbelievably scary at the same time, but every day I leave feeling good knowing that I learned something I didn't know before.
Moral of the story : Maybe God's plans don't match your plans. If given the choice, I would go with His. He kinda knows what He is doing. He is kind of a BIG deal.