This week is going to be a week of lasts for me. It is bittersweet.
After 10 years, I am retiring from the dental industry…specifically from working in a dental office. I know more about periodontal disease, brushing, flossing, crowns and implants than anyone who is not a doctor or hygienist should know. I’m met countless wonderful people…people I never would have in other settings.
This decision was one of the most difficult that I’ve made. Leaving only one other job was this difficult. When you are somewhere for half a decade, you get to know your patients. Some of them become more than a cleaning and exam. You dry their tears when their husband passes away. You watch vibrant women become a shell of who they were due to Alzheimer’s. You watch children grow up, graduate high school, graduate high school and travel the world, discover who God created them to be.
You see, I’m not leaving a job. I’m leaving people for whom I care deeply.
There comes a time, however, when you have to realize that you’ve reached your max potential. You’ve become root bound in the pot in which you’re planted. The pot isn’t going to grow…yet you keep growing.
This week is a week of lasts for me. Last Septa pass I have to buy for a while. Last 0400 wake up call for a while. Last time I have to wear scrubs. Last time I see many people I care for.
For the first time in a very long time, I am excited for the future. However, this week I have to systematically say goodbye to what I’ve known for so long.