I felt really good about the volunteer work that I was doing. It offered me an opportunity to honor my mother's legacy. This was something that I felt I had to do in order to make my mother proud of me. I sincerely thought at the time that failing to become a pharmacist would mean that I failed my mother too. I would have excelled as a pharmacist, there is no doubt about that. It paid well and covered my most basic expenses and then some. Most people would have already been satisfied with that career and stuck with it. Anything to pay the bills right? But it wasn't all just about meeting financial obligations for me. I wasn't having any fun on the job. I wasn't “loving” what I was coming to do every single day of my life. Most people say that if you stick with a job long enough, it will grow on you and eventually, you will find that you have come to love your current job. I waited and waited for that sense of “love” for my job as a pharmacist to come, but it never did.
My time spent volunteering at the pharmacy was now becoming a bane. It had become an obligation that I did not enjoy doing. It left me feeling disgruntled and unhappy. I knew I had to do something about the lack of connection that I felt with pharmacy, which is why I had a soul searching talk with my father. Why could I not find the same kind of happiness that my mother had when she was working in the pharmacy I asked him. Why was I not enjoying this quest of mine to follow in her footsteps? What was wrong with me? Where was the happy state that I should have been in each day that I reported for volunteer work?
There I was, so close to fulfilling my dream of becoming just like my mother and yet I was nowhere near feeling a sense of fulfillment and pride in what I was doing. My father and his wisdom stemming from the decades he has spent alive held the most concise answer to all the questions I asked him. He told me, “your mom was happy because she loved what she was doing, not because pharmacy is enjoyable for everyone.” He assured me that I would not be letting anybody down if I chose to change my career path. I needed to find that job that “does not feel like I am working” in order to have a sense of fulfillment and accomplishment in my life. He also reminded me that my mother would acknowledge my individualism and would never force me to do anything that would not bring me personal fulfillment and happiness at the end of the day. On that fateful day, I decided that it was time for me to consider other options and decide if I really wanted to work in any sort of capacity in the medical field. The answer to the latter part was yes, I could not imagine myself in any career that was not medically related. So I tried my hand at the most common career choices, Medicine and Dentistry. Since this was quite a complex career search, it