PS- dreams come true

1 year (and a couple weeks) ago, I wrote this post- a general update on my life.  In it, I wrote the following paragraph regarding work:

I like being a paraeducator and I really enjoy working in special ed.  It's also fun, as a substitute, to go around the district and see how different teachers run their different classrooms.  Very educational for me and helpful in generating ideas for how I want to teach my own kids someday.
But the scheduling of a substitute sucks and is something that has ended up being really hard for me.  It used to be good because I would work work work and then get sick and take time off no problem.  And then I went to school and was able to cut way back my working hours so I could study... no problem (except a decrease in income, obviously).  But now it's to the point for me that I don't really like my job.  I mean, I often enjoy it when I get to wherever I'm subbing, but at the same time, I don't come home from work with a sense of satisfaction that I made a difference and stretched myself today.  Usually I come home with a sense of satisfaction from simply knowing that I made money today.  I don't want that out of a job and to be honest, it is not enough to get me out of bed in the morning when I don't feel well.  This may be a character flaw in me, but it is the way I am (at least for the time being).  Last summer I made a "bucket list" of sorts and on that list is "work in an emergency room".  I think I might just pursue that.  It appeals to me, I think would really enjoy the job, learn and see a lot, make decent money, and be doing something that will be good for whatever career in medicine/health care I decide to go into.  I've still got more praying to do about it, but at this point I'm thinking I'll start pursuing it after I have recovered from my upcoming surgery.

It just tickles my fancy to think that 1 year ago, I had a dream to work in an ER.  And it really was a dream-- I didn't have much reason to see it happening, as I wasn't even a certified CNA, let alone my only experience was in CNA school-- and almost zero brand new CNA's get a job anywhere other than a nursing home.  But I had this dream, and I decided to pursue it.  And Heavenly Father helped me out.  1-2 months after this post, I found out about scribing.  It sounded like a dream job to me-- I couldn't believe it actually existed!!  I wanted this job sooo bad!  And I talked to my family about how awesome it would be all the time.  I could see myself doing the job and enjoying it.  I knew that's what I wanted to do.  I could have spent a lot of time doubting whether or not I'd get it- how competitive would I be anyways?  And then come Easter, my current job fell in my lap.  I now work in an emergency room.  And you know what?  I absolutely love it.