This past weekend was nice and the calm before the storm, so to speak. I went to my parent's house about an hour away and had a small cookout with one of my current roommates and an older couple. We had burgers and veggies straight from the grill. This current week, I will be going to new employee days, taking a dosage math test, getting drug tested, and signing contracts. All just to be your friendly neighborhood nurse! Then, hopefully this weekend I am moving to my very own little blue cottage before I start my first real, adult-y job on Monday.
Today's plan is to pack pack pack. I recently stole a stack of boxes from behind the local Walmart and I have about five bins I can use. This would probably be much easier if I were organized.
I've been thinking a lot about change lately. Those of you that know me know that I have an aversion to change. This time around though, it feels ok. I am staying in the same area so even though I'm starting a new job where I could plausibly kill people accidentally and I'm moving residences, I feel kind of excited. The dread I feel comes from the initialization of it all. The process of moving. The first week of work. Those things make my pulses speed up a bit.
Something I reflect on:
"For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind."
"The Bible. 2 Timothy 1:7
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| A picture from my recent graduation |
