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.