So looking back to last summer... I was proud my hard work had earned me a spot in the program, realistic about the difficulty ahead, yet excited to finally be on the road to a nursing career. My first year of nursing school was every bit as grueling as I imagined and more. At times it seemed overwhelmingly difficult and I can't count how many times I wanted to just turn around and walk away. It didn't take long before I resolved to myself that there was no way I would quit the program. I vowed to do my best and let the chips fall where they may. So I survived, week after week, exam after exam, skill after skill. In the midst of all the difficulty I also experienced moments of success: in the classroom, in the lab, in the clinical setting. Those moments made it all worthwhile and helped carry me. In May I participated in orientation for the new students and marvelled that a year had already passed. My first two weeks of summer vacation I resisted the urge to pick up a nursing text. Studying was so ingrained in me I almost couldn't readjust myself to normal life. I was actually amazed the day I realized I'd gone almost a week without even thinking about picking up a textbook. I began to marvel in freedom and life. Weddings and birthdays and vacations and actually spending an entire day shopping... I've read frivolous fiction and planted flowers and visited friends and walked dogs and spent time with kids. And I've seen that it is all glorious :chuckle
Then I thought about returning to school for fall semester... Lord give me strength.
Lord give me strength.