I love that I am simple-minded. I can almost always simplify the mess that is life and come out drama-free. I’ve come to love my anxiety disorder. It’s something I’ve recently embraced, and it makes dealing with it much easier. I’m still trying to learn how to love my life. I’ve spent too long ignoring it, and I want to love being part of it again.
I was going to write you some bad-ass post about Coconut Porn…but it’s not going to happen tonight.
My life has been crazy these past couple of days. It’s like I went from quitting my job to a blissful and relaxing-filled vacaction…THROWN right back into working. I live where I work, eat, and go to school. It’s a good thing, it’s also exhasuting.
Today, as I was going through a simulation of world poverty at dinner, I got ‘the look’ from one of my staff…Please Help Me NOW! I ran over and talked to a frantic person on the other end.
What resulted was me making a 2 minute decision to carry a burning up, fevered, dehydrated 18 year old girl in my arms, with the help of two boys down stairs and into a car. She had family with her and not only was I in total focus/relieve-disaster mode, but I was also having to reassure a Mother that it would be ok.
I haven’t had kids.
It was the first, of perhaps a couple hosptial runs for the residents that I live with. What struck me to tonight is this:
- Have a plan
- A mother’s love is the deepest most compassionate thing I’ve ever seen
- Hold it together and let go after you know that you can
- Life is fragile
- Helping/Serving/Being on-call is great and exhausting
My life isn’t that same that it was six months ago, or even six weeks ago. This situation is yet another affirmation, that changing my life and becoming a nurse, following my dreams and taking on debt…is the right decision.
That’s my reflection for today. The girl is in the hosptial, with her loving mother, and I am headed to be bed covered by the quilt that my grandmother made.