I couldn’t even think about cooking, let alone eating, until I wiped those gross boogers off his face.
Of course, I’m talking about my little brother.
We were pretty young and home alone after school. In today’s climate, we’d probably be scooped up by some governmental body and placed in “a home” simply because my parents wanted a better life for us.
I had to get myself off the bus, make dinner, do my homework, and then take care of myself until my parents got home after work each night.
Oh yeah, and then do it all over again for…
“What are you doing?”
“Every day for a month?”
“Yup. 30 days, 30 posts.”
That’s the mini conversation I had with myself when I started this 30-day writing challenge.
“What the heck did I think I was signing up for? You cray-cray or something?!”
Yeah, still talking to myself.
But I digress…
Here’s the thing. It turns out that it wasn’t as daunting as it sounded, and my life is so much better because of it. …
I am a nurse turned freelance writer.
But to tell you the truth, I actually believe I’ve always had the writer in me, long before I ever became a nurse.
If you’re not a nurse, you may be wondering why this is relevant to you. So before I go on and before you click away, as you read this, please imagine the skills you learned in a different career field, training or schooling.
I bet there’s relevance there too.
One of the main reasons I enjoy writing is that there are many similarities between being an RN (registered nurse)…
“We can handle small surges and clusters; it’s not a big deal. But when you get this continuous surge ongoing hour after hour — you see these patients, and they are all coming in with the same symptoms huffing and puffing, some of them are gasping for air, and some of them are confused because of the lack of oxygen, and they’re elderly, and they’re young, and they’re distressed, and they’re agitated, and then there are no family members around…It is draining.” Dr. Jamil Madi, Valley ICU medical director.
Y’all who know me, and maybe don’t “know me” but follow…
There are these moments where the floodgates open, and my creative side rushes out.
Like a tidal wave.
It’s a force that is unstoppable and is often where some of my most inspired pieces of writing come from. The times where my fingers seem to move across the keyboard all by themselves. Those moments where everything around me fades to black, except the glow of my laptop screen.
Then there are moments where it doesn’t even drip a drop.
I bet you know exactly what I mean, though. Right?
Creativity is a powerful thing. When we’re feeling creative, it’s usually…
I believe we are put into certain places to do specific things for reasons we may never grasp nor understand. Maybe even never truly accept. But we do them anyway, and it’s often for a calling.
Even if that calling makes no sense. My calling is as a caregiver. I’m a nurse. Been one for over twenty-five years now. That part makes sense to me; it’s this next part that I never entirely understood.
Being the one to hear folks share their deathbed confessions.
Lots of people have written about them. They’ve woven tales about lessons learned from hearing some…
My daughter is getting married tomorrow.
Like, as I write this, on a Thursday in 2021, my daughter’s wedding day is happening in just about 30'ish hours from now. It’s very real, and visceral, and emotional.
Especially the part where people keep asking me if I have my speech prepared.
I mean, I know I’m supposed to give a speech at the reception. Something that is supposed to share moments of her childhood, her becoming a woman, and how she and her new husband should have an eternity of love. The bullet points are pretty “wedding” standard.
But I can’t…
All I wanted to do was sleep in.
To be honest, it wasn’t a long day or a late night the previous one; it was simple laziness. Or unmotivatedness. Or I suppose it could have even been I don’t feel like doing shit today’itis.
Have you ever had those mornings where the snooze button is your best friend, and all that matters is “10 more minutes”?
Ever had those days where you need to find your flow, but your flow doesn’t want to be found?
You know that feeling. That feeling where you can’t get your writing juices…
As much as I want to start with some quotes about ‘not being too old to start’, I kinda would rather just jump in.
Like full-on, dive into the deep end head first, jump in.
I’m 53 years of age. Like, as in just a smidge over half a century old. Or young. Depending on which side of that line you straddle.
But I suppose it would help if we defined exactly what a professional writer is. Right? From there, we can dissect what I mean when I say I’m having my best year ever.
The built-in dictionary on…
The single best nursing job I have ever had the honor of doing was as a U.S. Army nurse. I spent quite a bit of time, just after 911, caring for America’s finest. Our heroes.
And I learned something.
Something I wanna share with you today.
Here on Memorial Day in 2021.
Whether Army, Navy, Air Force, or Marine, they never had last words of how they hated America. Or how they felt wronged, or missed out.
They were always so proud to have worn the flag.
As was I.
Truthfully, I never lost someone close to me…