“I’m thinking about going into nursing school, how is it”. I get this question a lot.
Well…..
Well, this week of nursing school I’ve witnessed the most tears thus far. I’ve cried for the past two days. I watched my classmates cry in the middle of lecture. Another one leave for the restroom and come back with a flushed face and eyes full of tears. I walked by someone crying talking about an exam. When my professor pulled up a six page slide which listed meds, disorders,nursing actions, I almost threw up.
6 pages of need to know?!
I have 7 classes, 2 clinical rotation, homework, work, child….plus it’s midterms. All we can do is cry.
I sleep in my car for two hours in between work and school. I’m not the only one. I whisper walking down the hall so I don’t wake the nursing student passed out at the table. I’m her, she’s me.
I listening to my friends vent about how their family doesn’t understand, (because they never will but I do). How being told you’re not doing enough at home,
“why aren’t you having kids other people have kids in nursing school”.
I listen to another friend just cry on the phone while she has to morn the loss of her unborn in 24 hours because she has clinicals the next day.
The constant schedule changes, the out of pocket costs that keep on coming. The lack of sleep, the pressure, the high expectations, the stress. The emotional, mental and physical fatigue. The depression, the loneliness you have to swallow it…because there’s no time.
It’s easy for friends and family to watch from the outside looking in. They’ll see in glimpses throughout the week and can’t understand why it’s so “difficult.”
It’s easy to escape quick sand when you’re not standing in it.
It’s easy to sit on the sidelines and tell someone it’s not that bad.
What you don’t see is
The mom feeding her kids top ramen, spaghetti, chicken and rice week after week after week.
You don’t see the student with maxed out credit cards, in debit trying to still support his wife and family.
You don’t see the student who’s broken because his girlfriend left him. You know, because he wasn’t home enough, he was always irritable and stressed out.
You don’t see the children who miss their parents, who are lonely and sad.
You don’t see the all nighters, you don’t see the loneliness. We get to watch the world pass by, while we struggle to hold on to sanity.
That’s why we cry. How can you sacrifice so much and not be great? Not do well? It hurts.
When I first signed up for this BSN accelerated program, I thought it’s just 3 years, it’s going to be hard but not impossible. Here I am drowning. I can feel the water in my lungs burning while I struggle to keep my head above water. But the horizon is a beautiful view.
When I first signed up my advisor asked if I was married or in a relationship. I said “no”. His reply was “good, majority of people get divorced or break up.”
We’re told every day “this is one of the hardest things you’ll ever do in your life”, That’s an understatement.
It hurts, but I’ve made friends for life. I’m tired but I get to heal and save lives. Me, I just have one more year.
You, should you be a nurse?
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Some days, working my business looks like everyone’s dream…coffee in hand, bluelight glasses on, windows open wide, maybe even working on the balcony with a fur kid if the weather is nice.
Other days, it looks like this…checking in on my challengers while scarfing down my meal-prepped taco salad on my lunch break until I go play with more doggos!
Sure, someday I would LOVE to say ‘Hellloooooo’ to full-time work at home coach life. But for now, this is my hustle and I’m freakin’ PROUD of it! ✌️
Whether you’re a mom, college student, or work full-time, what does your hustle look like? Share below!
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•Ashta Chandrasana•
🌙 crescent high lunge🌙
Activates the sacral and root chakras, which affirm:
❤️ I am grounded in the moment ❤️
🧡 Life is unfolding as it should 🧡
•strengthens respiratory & circulatory system
•stretches and soothes hips, thighs, shoulders, arms, & neck
•therapeutic for asthma, sciatica, & insomnia
•aids in digestion & reproductive health
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Fare thee well May! It’s day 31 of the #mayformakers2022 challenge and the curtain falls on: Start To Finish On the left, My first sale. On the right, My last. On the left, My first resin piece. On the right, My last. On the left, my first logo, delicate, simple, soft. On the right, My Current logo. Evolved. A mix of simplicity and artistic madness. It’s the same mantra in any industry: it’s not how you Start, but how You Finish. And even though this annual challenge is over..I’m far from done 🤘 #makersgonnamake #andtheymake #mayformakers2022 #artistsoninstagram #womenwoodworkers #smallbusinesslife #motherhustler (at Yonkers, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CePqSGpjWqZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Intro...
I’ve been on a journey of self discovery. There has been many ups and a lot of downs. I’ve traveled, spent a ton of time with my therapist, moved, adopted a rescue dog, broke up my thirteen year “relationship”, set very difficult boundaries with my overbearing family, and let some not so good friends and people drift out of my life. All in an effort to get healthy and truly figure out what I want out of life. I’ve decided... about three years ago... to become a mother. Due to some distant events, I will be doing it on my own via a donor and IUI. This is that journey. If you’re curious or on a similar path struggling with fertility issues, I hope this brings you hope, help you feel less alone, and can answer some questions. Every path to parenthood is unique and I am no expert. This is just my own walk in life.
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