Today, about 3 months into my first job as a nurse, I had a realization. You'll probably laugh, and say, "Well, that was obvious." It's something I've always known, been told fifty thousand times, and even told other people. I'm finally beginning to actually believe it. (I think)
I don't have to be perfect.
That is a principle I want to try and carry with me, as hard as it may be. I know that I'm supposed to be a nurse...do I feel worthy of it? No way. This is a huge responsibility. A daunting endeavor. But I know, somewhere deep in there, that this is what I am meant to do right now. To be there for people when they most need it, to fight for those who can't fight for themselves. To love people in a really practical, "rubber meets the road" kind of way.
I have no idea what my career as a nurse is going to look like, but I have a little inkling that it's not going to be a conventional one.
Also, I really like theory. A lot.
