You Are Special

Life is GOOD. REALLY good (Knocks on wood).

Nursing school is wonderful. I feel so blessed to be going to school and learning all these new things about something I’ve always been so passionate about. It’s getting intense but I’m still getting A’s on most of my tests and assignments and still passing my skills with flying colors. Last week I passed off a Head-to-Toe Physical Assessment and this week I’ll be passing off Chest tubes, inserting Foley catheters, and Tracheostomy care. We also just started the Pharmacology section and have been talking about all the different classifications and drug-drug interactions and how all the different drugs are actually absorbed, distributed, metabolized and excreted in the body. It’s very interesting, I love it!

Also, I’ve decided I’m a really boring person. No…scratch that; I’ve known that for a LONG time. I guess I just realize more and more each day just how totally okay I am with that fact. Don’t get me wrong, I like to get out and go do fun things; I went to the fair and worked at the coke booth at Peach Day’s and loved seeing all the people I haven’t seen in such a long time. I also like to go out on dates and hang with friends but honestly I love ME time. Maybe a bit TOO much, but it is what it is. I’m just comfortable with who and where I am today. I don’t have a million “sorta kinda friends” but I DO have a small group of AMAZING friends that knows who I am and what I stand for  and love me for my quirky self…and that’s all I need.

 It’s amazing how much people can change in just a few short years, whether it be good or bad, and for me I feel like I’ve grown in many different ways and have definitely changed for the better. I still have many flaws and areas I need to improve in, but I’m happy! And it’s coming from within more than it is from other people/things.  It’s like that children’s book “You Are Special” by Max Lucado; in the book, the “Wemmicks” put black dots or stars on each other, depending on if they think that certain Wemmick is pretty or ugly, talented or not, etc etc. Punchinello has all this chipped paint and so everyone puts black dots on him. One day he finds a Wemmick without any dots OR stars. Punchinello learns that if he himself realizes how special he is, then no one else’s opinion matters. And that’s what I’ve learned; I’ve had several things-both good and bad- said about me, and it just doesn’t bother me anymore. It’s truly an amazing feeling.