I thought I was all set. I thought I was ready. All of my core coursework was completed. I was working on the weekends and whatever free time I had was devoted to helping care for my grandfather. I thought I was motivated. I thought my goal to be a nurse was the end all, be all. Acceptance letter received, required materials purchased, physical examination done, student I.D. obtained, first couple of weeks done – I had to make a choice: adapt or become defeated. When I thought I had my life all planned out, suddenly: BOOM! I felt a big smack in the face. Continue reading “Moving Forward”
If adaptability is key to human evolution, I am surprised I made it this far.
I seemed to have always had an issue with adapting to my surroundings or change. Either I never fully adapt or it takes me forever to successfully adjust. In fact, my Project MyStory blog from last year was all about my time adapting to moving out of Queens, New York to Albany, New York the summer before freshman year. It is incredible how much I let that transition affect my mental and physical health, which then, affected my academic performance tremendously. Since finishing that semester and since completing my blogs, I made a little mental note to myself to figure out what works and does not, in order to help face newness without fear. And in case you were wondering, I would not say that I am fully adapted to living in Albany yet, even though I have been here for almost three years. Continue reading “Cha Cha Changes”
It is hard to believe that the things you carefully planned for in life don’t always turn out the way you wanted them too. Sometimes people spend days or weeks preparing for their plans and it does not follow through, as a result people lose hope, get discourage, feel anxious or angry and in drastic cases fall into depression. Sometimes we are so focused on the end goal that we forget to enjoy the journey, or we get too caught up in future plans and feel lost when it doesn’t become reality. These times are inevitable, but there are things that we can do to prevent ourselves from falling into dark places. Continue reading “Dealing with Disappointment”
When I was little I used to find such comfort in being under the covers. My mom would tuck me in and turn off the lights and I knew that as long as I stayed under the covers the monster that lived under my bed could not grab me and I would be safe. Crazy to think that, at 20 years old, my covers bring me the same comfort as when I was a child, but this time it’s not because I am scared of any monster. The world seems to freeze when I am in my bed and all my responsibilities fade. As my body sinks into the mattress and my comforter falls perfectly around me, the warmth of it draws me into slumber. You can’t stress over anything when you are asleep right? Continue reading “From the Comfort of My Covers”