I like blogging, but often feel uninspired, or
directionless. I flip flop between “no one is reading, whats the point” and “I don’t
want anyone to read anyway, its really just for me” or “am I writing about
life? Or exercise? Or what?”
I blogged about my high hopes for the Third of July
and it rained and was a bummer. And then I lost steam. And life got
complicated. Really, really complicated. I have debated about writing about it because
I do not want to compromise my personal security, but I figure everyone who
reads already knows what’s going on and also my address, so if they want to
sneak into my house and rob/hurt me while my husband and dog are living 2 hours
away they already have the means to do so.
My husband is a dreamer. We even read a quote about
dreamers and realists at our wedding. Since we met 3+ years ago he has had a
lot of big dreams for his career and our family. He has dreamed of moving out
west, or becoming a medic, and toyed with the idea of joining the military. A
little over a year ago we stumbled upon the idea of nursing. He is a great
people person, fantastic under pressure, and nursing has a lot of different specialties
and venues for practice which is good for his tendency to get bored once he has
accomplished a challenge.
He decided to
apply to a satellite nursing campus in Athens for a school that was located in
Augusta. In May we found out that he was waitlisted and would not know if he
got a spot in the program until June. In the meantime, he was told to take
Statistics and Microbiology to fulfill the prerequisite requirements. This was
super frustrating because he was taking demanding classes for a program he
might not get in to, and had to drop several clients at work to make time for
class. The classes also required a significant amount of devoted, quiet, study
time with internet access for homework and quizzes over the weekend. This meant
no lake trips, camping trips, or any travel at all really this summer. But, it
would all be worth it if it meant he could get in to nursing school.
Unfortunately, the end of June came and the phone call didn't.
To say we were bummed would be an understatement. We
had 2 weeks of searching for what he wanted to do, coming up with and weighing
options, and generally feeling lost. Then, on Wednesday, July 17th
the call came. He was offered a spot off of the waiting list and into the
nursing program! ….At the Augusta campus. The good news we’d been hoping for
finally came, with strings attached.
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