| Events of late have made me doubt if I was really cut out to be a nurse. I seriously thought about (and even applied for jobs in another field) not staying in nursing. The past week I've come to the realization that I really do love being a nurse. Despite all the chaos and crazy... I love taking care of people, and I can be sucessful at it. Connecting with people comes naturally to me, I have a keen sense of observation, and I feel confident that I can make a difference. The fix in my situation involves me taking better care of myself. I have quite the history in my life of taking the long way around things. Seems like every challenge I have faced has been compounded because of my hard-headedness. Perhaps if I had not resisted admitting there was a problem for so many months my life would have been much easier. Why can't I ever remember that? |