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Words Not Forgotten

And probably never will be.

Okay, so technically I wrote my previous post yesterday, and just got to the library today. So I’m doing day two of this writing challenge. It goes as follows: Write something that someone told you about yourself that you never forgot.

It was two summers ago, and I was seeing John Doe. We went out to eat at a Mexican restaurant a few miles down from his house, and I was telling him about my dreams, wanting to be an RN in the NICU. I confessed to him how my own older sister told me it’s too hard, and I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

He looked dead at me, stared into my eyes, and said, “Fuck that. If it’s what you want to do, do it. I know you can.”

And just having his support back then, made me stronger. Here was someone who had known me for only a few months, and yet he saw the strength in me to be able to handle something so emotionally breaking as working with babies who may or may not live; who fight for their life alongside dozens of other babies.

I’ve since had a few others, my nurses where I work now, tell me I can handle it. Because “you’ve got a strong heart, and you care.”

I wish my own sister could see the strength these others see in me. Or maybe she’s right, and they’re wrong. Either me, I know the only way to find out is to reach my dream.

And no matter what damage John Doe did to my heart, his support and encouragement truly touched me. And maybe it’s because they came from him I’ll never forgot them. Regardless, he believed in me. And it helped me believe in me.

Let it begin!

So, to help me write more regularly, I’ve decided to do a 30 day writing challenge. I am not going to be able to blog daily as I do work, and as any working person knows- at least one without internet at home knows- it’s not exactly always easy to blog daily.

Today’s challenge is this: List 10 Things That Make You Really Happy.

#1: My family. Honest to goodness, I feel incredibly happy and at perfect contentment when I’m with them.

#2: Having my own apartment. I constantly pull up after work, and just smile as I head indoors. I completely love having my own place. And it’s the perfect location, which doubles my happiness.

#3: Reading a good book makes me really happy. I went through a a-few-year phase of not really reading. This past year I’ve started reading again, and it just makes me feel so happy. I’ve always been a bookworm, but then I grew up, and discovered boys and alcohol, and…yeah.

#4: Getting my back scratched. Omg, I love, love it! It brings me endless happiness. The harder, the better. I prefer it to back rubs/massages.

#5: Writing. When I can get into a good writing mood with a good scene or two, and I get lost in it, it’s just a level of happiness that is utterly satisfying.

#6: Wide, open spaces with endless fields of tall grass. Or the beautiful mountains of Alaska. Just gorgeous scenery alone makes me perfectly happy.

#7: Buying books. Maybe that’s weird, but it’s true. It makes me super happy when I buy books- or pens and notebooks.

#8: Motorcycle rides. ‘Nough said.

#9: Food. Especially a surprised breakfast in bed, or a dinner waiting for me when I get off work.

#10: My Camaro. Just looking at her brings me sheer happiness.

So there you have it. My list of things that make me real happy. Feel free to join in with your own 30 Day challenge. I just went to instagram and Google, and found a few. They’re all pretty similar. If you do join, let me know. I’d love to follow yours!

 

Have You Ever

 

Stopped and realized:

 

I AM THE FUCKING PROBLEM

That is honestly such a wretched feeling. It makes me want to just stop thinking those horrid thoughts, and go back to blaming the other person.

I mean c’mon! I’m perfect, how can anything actually be MY fault?

But it’s true. I do pick fights. I do yell and bitch and snap every.single.day. I do tell him he needs to just shut up because I can’t take another word.

I join in with other girls (albeit, in my head and not all over social media and to anyone who will fucking listen) that I want a genuine, nice man. Well I’ve found and got a super great guy. I found the man who wants to do, and does do, anything to make me happy. He has dinner ready for me after work if I ask. He surprises me with breakfast in bed. He voluntarily does my laundry.

And he’s tall, dark, and handsome. Okay, not drop dead hot and he doesn’t have a six pack. I don’t need a six pack though, as long as your belly fat don’t hang over your pants. And his doesn’t.

The problem is me. I know this. I’m admitting this. I’m honest to goodness trying to work on bettering myself. Not just for him, but for me. I don’t want to be true bitch to the core. I want to be a bitch when it’s required. And damn it, it’s not required nearly as much as I act a bitch.

I’m trying to apologize, something I never fucking do.

I’m trying to hold my tongue, hold back the hateful words that are nowhere near necessary.

I’m trying to leave the room before I go full bitch mode. It’s better to walk away for a few and calm down, then stand there and yell hateful, hurtful words.

I’m trying to become a better woman. For him, for me. Even if we don’t work out, I don’t want to leave a bitter memory for him. I don’t want to be a bitter memory.

I don’t want someone glad I’m out of their life. I want them to remember me with happy thoughts, even if they miss me.

I don’t want to be a bitch all the time. I want to be a good woman with a hint of bitch when it’s truly needed. Not a bitch with a hint of a good woman in there.

This is me, admitting my terrible flaw. This me committing to working on it.

 

 

 

To be Young

And to have such dreams.

Now we’re old and just getting by. Our dreams are still dreams; our lives nowhere we thought. We bitch and complain; we moan and talk of dreams. But we do nothing.

My friend and I were texting the other night, and she said it’s funny albeit sad how she remembers how she and her group of friends (me included) talked of our hopes and dreams for the futures; what we wanted to do and be when we were adults.

Some 10 years later, here we all are. Young adults.

It’s taken me a long time to even step out and reach for my dream. I was 21 when I finally took my CNA class- I put it off for two years! Then I told myself I don’t want to be in my 40’s and think back on life and regret waiting so long to do what I want to do.  Because I won’t be young forever, and time will not wait for me.

It’s so easy to be 12 and dream. It’s so hard to be 22 and actually make dreams reality. But stop dreaming, wake up, and reach for it! Stop dreaming, and start living!

College

I should finally be going!

Maybe college sounds completely normal to you. Maybe you’ve done your four years, and gone on to do more. Maybe hearing a young woman, 22 and a half year old, say she’s finally going sounds odd to you. And that’s okay.

My friend is the same age as me, and just graduated last month, a major in geology. Four years spent at the university where she gained a whole new life experience different than mine. And you know what? That’s okay.

Going to college was never a big deal in my family. My dad never did college. Yet he has supported his family for the past 25 going on 26 years. He raised my mom’s two daughters as his- and their biological father never paid child support. Nine kids my dad raised- is raising. I didn’t grow up starving (for food, attention, or toys). Sure, I had hand-me-downs, but I also got new stuff, too. We all did.

No, maybe we didn’t have the latest shit, but we had our needs met, and our imaginations are creative enough to fill in the lack of the newest things. We spent more time outdoors than we did indoors.

Okay, enough. I could go on about it, but this blog post isn’t about that. Basically, what that was input for was to say that, no, college was never a huge deal to us. Because my dad supported us without college. (And without government assistance.)

It’s not to say my parents encouraged us to not attend college, because if that’s the path we desire, they do. And so far, it hasn’t been for any of us. My oldest sister is raising two kids, and working full time at a really good job; her husband has a good job with really great benefits. My second oldest sister is a stay at home mom (like our mom) raising her three children. It’s the path they’ve chosen; and everyone has a different path.

My brother is going to go to police academy. Another sister is also raising kids, but she is hoping to take a few classes eventually. If time and money work out. But she’s a strong young woman and I know she will eventually go.

Then there’s me. I want to be a nurse. And you kinda can’t avoid college, although if I could, I’d be more than happy. I have never had any desire whatsoever to go to college. But my path is leading me there.

I filled out the FAFSA, finally, and have two schools lined up. Just depends on where I score to which one I’ll attend. And honestly, I am actually beyond excited to go. Because it means I am one step further to reaching my goal.

Although with more research, I have discovered I probably won’t be a neonatal intensive care unit nurse for probably a good six years, if not longer. Probably longer. Because I already know I won’t be doing no accelerated BSN classes.

Regardless. This really is a first step, going to school. And I am excited.

Waiting…

…it will happen.

Ok so I ended up having a four day weekend. I return to work today, where I will be for the next five days, a day off, then like another five days on. Anyway, when you’re off the weekend, then you’re the extra aide, and everyone shows up, hell yeah you’re going to go home! Well, I did. Some people would have traded it. Yesterday was my day off, so it ended up being four days off in a row. It was awesome.

My last day I had worked, being Friday, I was putting this old couple to bed. As I helped her husband into bed, she just blurts out, “Are you pregnant?”

I stop what I’m doing and just look at her. I laugh, “No, but do I look pregnant?”

She shakes her head. “Not at all. But you could be in the early stages.”

I laughed again, saying no, I’m not pregnant, and “I better not be!” to which her husband just laughed.

I told my co-workers and later, when it’s late, and we’re just basically answering a random call light or two while waiting for night shift to get in, one co-worker goes, “Are you pregnant?”

It was funny, and I explained the story to the others that had come over. It was funny until one said that old people just know these things. I denied it, and said I’m about to start in two days.

Today makes three days past my average start time. But I am not worried. I will only be worried if I don’t start between now and another two days. I keep track of all this with an app on my phone, and while it says I’m three days late, it’s going off my average. But sometimes I start a day or two early or after (which is how I got an average, obviously).

Whatever. I’m hungry, and I need to get ready for work.

Drunken Letter

“Dear John Doe,

I still miss you. I know it sounds silly, but I do. Two years ago I gave you my virginity, and my heart.”

Ok, I’m kidding. Sort of. That line is true, but it’s not really what I’d write to him. Unless I was drunk. Which I am right now. Not shit faced, just drunk enough to be in my feelings.

But if I did write him…I don’t know what I’d say. Would my letter be telling him how he made me a stronger, albeit jaded woman? Would it tell him how he broke me until I thought life was meaningless and empty? Would my letter tell him that I’m not sure I’ll ever love again?

I don’t even know if I’d write him to try and “win him back” or to just say “goodbye.” I don’t know.

Have you stared into someone’s eyes and literally imaged life without them? What did you see? What happened? Where are you now?

I would lock gazes with him. I would tell myself one day this summer fling would end, and that I’d be okay. Oh, the lies I told myself the summer of 2012.

Then summer ended, and so did we. So did I.

Have you ever been this person, and then…it seems overnight you were totally different? You were suddenly a person you didn’t know or understand because the former you just didn’t know this side of you existed?

My brother would have been 7 years old May 16th, 2014. I worked all day. That was nice. Then I got off at 11, and decided to go out drinking. The guy I was dating but then never really broke up with came out with me. He didn’t remember my brother would be 7. Which just depressed me more.

Which got me thinking about John Doe. I don’t know why.

This isn’t even a letter.

I need to go to bed.

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