Every time I drive myself to work, either I overestimate or underestimate my travel time. Today, I got in 30 minutes early so I thought of trying out Blogsy. A new blogging application for iPad. I have four programs doing the same thing, but after a day or two of trying to get familiarized with an application, I pretty much find myself giving up. Or maybe, I just am not writing much since the hospital opened. I have all these drafts on my journal menu that I didn’t get to finish. I, seriously, wish to find free time to get all my pending projects done. I have three photo books that needed my attention, beads that are screaming for time, and some white canvasses longing for paint.
Right now, I am tired. Not overwhelmed, just physically exhausted. And guess what,this work is not even mentally torturing as when I was at St Joseph. I am guessing that the time has a lot to do with it. Working the swing shift is terrible. And to think I have to work every other weekend is not pleasant, too. That six-month marker to stay in one department is so not around the corner. And so, there are those numerous times I desperately pray for that damn Nursing OTR to come into being so I can, perhaps, shift on to another field of experience.Of course, things does not happen the way we want them to. Right? But I cannot complain on how life is treating me. And that’s where I draw my positive outlook in life. Though sometimes, I do wonder, too, what is it with my big smile, why do i have to hug every people I see? So, Tobey had to say that she wishes everyone comes to work like me. I want to say that I am a happy person. It is not a choice but more of a passion. I love camaraderie… having the spirit of trust and familiarity with the people I am working with. It is hard to establish but once it is there, it becomes a foundation of a beautiful relationship. For so many years of people experience, I have come to know that not all of us are alike, yet, we all long for acceptance and favorable reception. We do handle things and say words differently, but i think that the way we properly handle ourselves in response to a specific situation should balance unnecessary event that might happen next… After all, everybody makes mistakes. I do.
Life… I am in shackles, so I am going wherever you are taking me. I am but a follower of my own destiny, and I am in no power to object on what He has planned for me to live. At 29, I couldn’t ask for more. I already consider my self successful, though, my measure of success is purely personal in nature. I am in my own level of comfort, which gives me peace and happiness. If something else better is yet to come, I will be very grateful to embrace the gift. For now, the satisfaction of knowing I have completed half the goals I set for my entire existence inspires me to be real. The impossible dreams and the “what if’s” passed me by. I only let those that I can possibly achieve linger…