Yay for progress

It's spring break, a time when I should have had the chance to catch up on sleep. This has not been the case, as usual. In fact, I've been incredibly busy (shopping, cleaning house, doing incredible amounts of homework - which I'm not even half through with, meeting after meeting with presentation groups, and finding time to finish out all the requirements for my next clinical site).

Finally met my preceptor - AND she seems really nice, patient, knowledgeable, etc...Looks like Senior Practicum is going to be a positive experience. Might be pretty challenging, though. It's on a Med/Surg ward, very very busy. And, she wants one of my goals to be handing 4-5 patients by the end of practicum. YIKES! They're actually letting me work with real patients, and a lot of them!

Nah. I know I'm too hard on myself. The reality of my pending responsibilities is hitting me pretty hard right now.

All the same, the end is really f***ing nigh. I can see the finish line, and feel like I'm sprinting at breakneck speeds towards it.

Tonight, I am taking a(nother) break, and attending my first 'Passion Party'. No doubt, I'll say something damning that will be used ever-after to make me blush at inopportune moments. Ah, such are the ways of life, no?

And on we sprint...

Fall semester passed quickly, and the winter break was a chilled whirlwind. We flow into spring, misty, and green. Even now, as the snow melts off the peaks, the mountains clutch the clouds to their slopes, as if fending off some sunlit monster by hiding under the covers. I love it here; the change of the seasons measured by what type of rains are falling.

This quickening change reminds me how much I've changed over the past few years. Nursing school has been a galvanizing process, compounded by the pressures of family, and work, and maintaining some sense of spirituality. Out of these challenges I've become steadier in the face of loss; I've learned to love those around me more deeply; and I've learned what it is to have grace under fire.

So I look to that not-so-far-off finish line, only 93 days away, when I will walk across that stage and take my place among the educated masses. Only 93 days to the next chapter of this grand  adventure.