For the first time in months, since winter grasped us in its clutches, I feel like myself again. I finally feel like myself again. I’m not sure if it’s the weather improving or the fact that I’m actually moderately comfortable with my role as a nurse, but either way I’ll take it.
I, like most girls my age, was scrolling on Pinterest the other day and I came across a post the said, “Wanna be less neurotic? Think about death more”. Morbid, right?
Well it turns out that that is damn good advice. My hometown has been hit by some serious tragedy and death lately, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more grateful for family, friends, and a job that drives me completely insane. (On a side note, I’ve been consumed with watching Investigational Discovery for 24 hours a day. That’ll spark your thoughts on death, in case you were wondering.) Anyway, lately the little things have been particularly important to me. Walking to work in the cold air, getting a run in on the only two warm mornings we’ve had in what feels like ages, my dad’s voice on the phone, and my sweet boyfriend’s smile all seem a little more rose colored lately. I’m no one of importance, but I have things that are important to me, and they make me feel alive.