The me before becoming a nurse also makes up the me of today

Things I've been thinking about lately.

I haven't lived a life that followed a straight line.

After graduating,
I didn't start out in a job I could call my 'true calling' from the beginning.

It was right during the employment ice age.

An atmosphere where hard work didn't necessarily pay off.
Anxiety about not being able to see the future.
It was also an era where the value that 'women should just get married' still remained somewhere.

I also did office work. General affairs, human resources, sales administration.
I was even at a trendy IT company at the time.
A workplace chasing ordinary profit. Labor management for shift workers, handling Article 36 agreements, payroll calculations...

I also did work teaching others.
I have also worked as an instructor, in PR and publicity, and in student recruitment at a relaxation massage school.

And after I passed my 30s,
I became a nurse.
I thought that for massage, I should know more about the body, medicine, and nursing.

Thinking about it now,
perhaps my life has been nothing but detours.

But lately,
I finally think.

That all of that,
has made me who I am today.

Around the time of my high school entrance exams,
I was supported a lot by tutors and school teachers.

It wasn't just about studying.

When I was anxious,
when I was impatient,
when I lost confidence,
there were adults who quietly walked alongside me.

That's why,
when I became a university student, I worked as a tutor.
I also worked as a cram school teacher.
Even after becoming a working adult,
I naturally returned to 'teaching jobs'.

And now,
I am walking alongside my daughter through her entrance exams.

The times have changed.
The entrance exam system has also changed.
There is social media too.
There is a lot of information.

But,
the fact that children get anxious,
the fact that mothers worry,
and the feeling of wondering 'where is the place that suits this child'—
that is surely no different from the past.

I often think lately.

I,
might not be the type to pull someone strongly,
but rather the type to walk beside them.

Whether in nursing work,
beauty,
or counseling,
in the end, I feel like I have always thought about,
'how that person can move forward in their own way'.
It's not a flashy success.

But,

while getting lost,
while stopping along the way,
I have lived in reality.
That is precisely why,

now,
perhaps there is something I can convey to someone.