Not a single person who knows me doesn’t know how much I love love love being a nurse.
I often tell the story of how nursing was never the dream when I was growing up, but helping people was.
I didn’t even like hospitals because they always represented so much illness and sadness.
But life has a funny way of working out.
I don’t earn much…
That’s a fact.
But by golly do I love what I do.
Even when it is all crappy and busy, somehow I still manage to find pieces of joy in all that mess.
I hug babies when either of us need it.
It’s a symbiotic relationship this thing.
When I am feeling down, I tend to meet babies that seem to need my kindness more than usual and so I end up giving the baby cuddles while they are separated from their mothers.
My passion doesn’t just end with what I do, I am also a generally passionate being… So I love hard, I laugh loud and I feel deeply.
Very little in my life is at that state of neither hot nor cold.
I love this about myself. And I am grateful to be this way.