To Be Continued...

It’s the final month of 2024, and as I reflect on this year, I realize how much I’ve accomplished. I feel proud of myself in a way I’ve never felt before. This year, I graduated with my Bachelor of Science in Nursing and officially became an RN, BSN. I renewed my Alberta RN license and moved to Calgary—an entirely new chapter in my life.

I’ve been here for just two months, and though it’s been challenging, I’m finding my rhythm. I’ve started learning to drive, even on Calgary’s icy winter roads. Yes, I’ve made a lot of mistakes—some silly, some frustrating—but I’m still here, still moving forward. And despite what everyone said about how hard it is to land an RN job in Calgary, I did it. I’m growing, adapting, and learning to navigate this new life.

The one thing I’m still learning to handle is boredom.

Truthfully, I don’t even have much time to be bored. There’s always something demanding my attention—studying clinical skills, improving my English, and working out to stay healthy, and losing weight. If I did my best in all of these things, I would need more than 24 hours in a day. But when I do feel bored, it’s often a sign that I’m not fully engaging with what I need to be doing.

Looking back on my 30+ years of life, I realize I’ve never truly planned anything. The biggest moments of my life have often come from impulsive decisions.

At 18, I chose to become a nurse and left my hometown for college. Later, I picked my first job—and left it—without much thought. In 2015, I traveled to Europe for the first time, embarking on a long solo trip far from home. I was brave, but only because I was too naive to realize how intimidating the world could be.

Yet, that naivety led to incredible experiences. I met people from all over the world, which inspired me to learn English and eventually study abroad in Canada. Somehow, everything has always seemed to happen for a reason. I’ve often found myself in the right place at the right time, guided by what feels like fate, nudging me toward the next step.

Now, as I approach my 40s, I’m starting to feel the weight of uncertainty. Starting over in a new country has been both thrilling and terrifying. Back home, I had a life of comfort—family, friends, familiarity—but I couldn’t stay there forever. It’s as if I’m cursed with a restlessness, an inability to stay in my comfort zone.

Sometimes, I question what I’m searching for and why I push myself so hard. Why do I keep chasing challenges, seeking growth, even when it’s difficult? The truth is, I like the way I live. I’m proud of the growth that comes from those challenges. But I can’t live impulsively forever.

So, for 2025, I’ve decided to try something new: I’m going to make a plan. A real one. Long-term goals, short-term goals—the whole thing.

Will it work? Maybe, maybe not. Plans rarely go exactly as expected. But I’m ready to give it a shot. If it does work, maybe I’ll finally escape the cycle of impulsive living.

This December, I’ll take the time to map out 2025. Let’s see where this leads. Wait and watch as I draw the next chapter of my life.