This is one of my favorite quotes because I think it absolutely true.
I’m beyond terrified of my future and all my dreams/aspirations that I am working my ass off for. I’m scared of being successful and of not being successful. I’m horrified at how bad I want it. I keep pushing myself to keep going when it feels almost impossible to reach. It feels like it never ends. Can’t I just get there already?
So I’ve officially been working as a registered nurse for 6 months now. I started off working night shift floating in numerous adult medical-surgical units then I switched to day shift after a few months. Yup, adults were definitely not my calling. Now I’m barely getting off my 1.5 month long orientation for floating day shift in various pediatric units (including speciality units like the PICU, heme/onc, infusion and sedation) and I’m going to be off orientation, working on my own, for a few weeks. Then we have NICU orientation for a few weeks and then I’m working independently floating around for almost the entire month of June. At the end of June, I’ll be orienting for the permanent position I took in the NICU as a night shift nurse. I’m pretty excited for the babies and I am absolutely dreading working 12-hour night shifts again.
Everything’s going too fast and too slow at the same time. Can it go fast enough for time to go by until I get *there* and slow enough for me to enjoy life once in awhile?