I'm realizing that living in this city has killed my cell phone battery, but I refuse to switch to other companies that charge way too much for way less than I have now just to get better signal.
I finally have everything turned in for school. I faxed my packet today. It was such a liberating feeling, but fear has started to set inside my heart a bit.
Maybe fear isn't the right word for it. Maybe nervousness is a better description.
I am worried that I don't have what it takes to get through these next two years. I have heard from so many people about how tough it is, and how they've designed it so it might be impossible to work during the process.
I am afraid of failing.
I never saw myself in these places even five years ago.
I never knew I wanted something so much. Maybe all these past few months of struggling to get things turned in, living on a wish and a prayer, was Gods way of showing me that this is what I really wanted, so that I wouldn't take it for granted. I would remember how much I prayed and cried when I was afraid that I would be a day late and a dollar short, and I would use that feeling to power me through because I knew just how much faith it took to get to this place.
Even though it might be the hardest thing I have every done in my life, it will be worth it.
My blog might be my only friend for the next two years.
They gave us a letter to give to our family and friends from the nursing department that essentially says we will be absent from their lives until this program is completed.
I hope that I can write about every single, crazy second of the journey.
My future posts might be non-complete sentences scrawled on restaurant napkins, but I am hopeful to at least write something.
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