A hop.
I was accepted into nursing school, and have been so busy I forget my own name at times.
The schooling portion is stressful, but not anything I can't handle; the doing portion has been my weakness. So far, I'm attempting to break out of my shell and do the best I can for my patients, but wow, it is definitely a change from lurking behind a computer screen for a living. I have learned a lot about myself during the process. I am timid, but I am compassionate. I am scared, but it's endearing to my patients. It's so strange to to realize in 9 months and a few weeks, I will be a nurse out there in the world, trying to make a difference.
A skip.
I'm engaged. After the years of sadness and heartbreak, my other half has returned into my life quite unexpectedly. I wake up sometimes and quickly check to make sure my beloved is actually REALLY THERE. It's a new feeling to be supported and cared about. It's a new feeling for me to not feel resentful or repressed. I am able to be myself, pursue my dreams and contribute to a healthy relationship. The little voices in my head points out my previous mistakes, but for the most part, my happiness drowns them all out.
And a long jump.
Wedding planning is seriously hard work. Life planning is even harder. I used to make decisions based on a feeling without much regard to long term consequences, and now I'm in a position where that is not entirely possible. Life happens and I'm responsible for ensuring my second shot at it doesn't suck. So here we go, Bridezilla/perfectionist mode activated.
And I'm not going to apologize for it.
