What's next?

I always describe myself as an overwhelmingly compassionate person. Overwhelming to other people possibly, but mostly to myself. I've come to realize that doing big things and making grand gestures really isn't my style. I'm not going to change the world, but I will make it better before I leave it. I am supposed to be a mother, of that I am sure, but I am not sure what other shape my life is supposed to take. I know my role as a mother will change as my kids get older, and I am starting to consider what life after toddlers will look like.

I've had two wonderful examples of compassion and concern for others in my Grandma Karen and my mom my whole life. They are two of the most selfless people I know, and seeing their dedication to nursing and teaching has always inspired me. I don't know that I could handle teaching, but I'm feeling a very strong pull to become a nurse.

When I look back, I see so many experiences in my past that are leading me to nursing. I know I am more than capable of doing this. I'm also very conflicted. I am afraid of the rigors of nursing school, and of my own feelings of inadequacy in math and science that have plagued me since Chemistry and Algebra I. I also know what I am capable of when I am passionate about something.

What does my husband think of all of this? He's more excited than I am. He dreams my dreams right along with me. He holds me up and encourages me to do great things. He is what a husband should be - someone who gives me the desire to be better tomorrow than I am today.

So, I may begin a new journey soon...spurred on by all the experiences that have brought me to this place, and encouraged by all those who see the best in me and help me to see it, too.

I'll keep you posted...