The Weight of the World

“A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face she inquired, “How heavy is this glass of water?” The answers called out ranged from 8oz to 20 oz. She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If i hold it for a minute, its not a problem. If i hold it for an hour, i’ll have an ache in my arm. If i hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer i hold it, the heavier it becomes.” She continued, “The stress and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them for a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed - incapable of doing anything.” Always remember to put the glass down.”

Holy shit. The utter truth of this. 

Nursing School

Sometimes I wonder why I'm doing what I'm doing. Why I put myself through so much hell, no sleep no social life no free time. It's easy to forget the light at the end of the tunnel when it comes to nursing school. It's like a dark black hole that sucks you in and you're trying not to drown.

It's been the worst semester of my life. My hardest classes, I still hold a position in the sorority, I started dating someone, I can't even remember the last time I went to a party or social event. At least my cats are snuggly, amiright? I've also been sick a lot. So that really doesn't help. 

With all that said, I did have my pediatrics clinical this semester. It was wonderful. Such an affirmation of what I want to do with my nursing career. 

I had a job interview today at Children's Hospital of Michigan for a student nurse extern position. Basically I would be shadowing and working under a preceptor. It was like finding that light. Now that I have seen it I don't want to forget it or let it go. 

I have to finish this last year as my best ever because I owe it to myself. I've worked way too hard to let myself fall behind or fail. I am so exhausted but I need to remind myself of the end reward.

Now I will go write my care plan. Peace.  

America the Great?

Sometimes I think it may be because of my travels abroad. I've been to Israel twice and France. However, I recall having a love and respect for the world as a whole at an early age. I remember wanting to see, experience and live in every little nook and cranny of the world because I believed that on order to live my life and think and believe the things that I do; first I must understand the world as a whole.

This prelude leads to my topic of thought today. I understand that the Martin case is extremely complicated and that with the evidence it could go either way. However, to me it's depressing to see Facebook and twitter explode with hateful comments toward Zimmerman/the jury/judge. I'm not saying he's innocent or guilty. I have no way of knowing either way.
But what troubles me is someone's immediate capability to attack and verbally abuse people(s) they have never met, experienced, or understood. We are all blessed with the freedom of speech, and so am I. But don't you ever wonder how people can suddenly have so much hate. It couldn't just appear from thin air. It had to be present, waiting to be pressurized and ultimately released.

I wonder what we are teaching the youth and persons of our "Great America." I am blessed to be born here in a nation where I can choose my religion just as freely as my salad toppings. However, I don't use it as lightly as some. Please understand I don't see myself above these people; we all pass judgements on those we know nothing about. I, myself, included. I just wonder, though: why? Is it because as a woman I have been taught to scrutinize every other woman and make comparisons to myself? That's another topic entirely, I digress.

Think about it. How much time during a single day do you spend in front of a mirror, thinking of yourself, talking yourself up, wondering and worrying what others think of you?? These are important questions we don't ask ourselves enough. Why do we care only about ourselves? It doesn't just pertain to singular selfishness. We consider ourselves (the USA) the best. We worry what people think of us. So we keep up appearances wonderfully.

If America is number one but doesn't stop to help the handicapped up who have fallen, what are we king of? The answer is a garbage pile.

If we don't help the world become better, we are not better. It should not be selfishness and greed that propels us; but love, equality, peace and companionship.
I know not many people think the same way I do. But imagine the possibilities if they could. I'm not just a hippie with a dream. I'm a doer.

What have you chosen to be that portrays your soul without words?