So I passed my state boards and now I am officially a licensed *gasp* nurse. That title both invokes terrible fear and great excitement in my heart.
The first day they handed me the keys to the nurse's cart was a strange moment for me.
"Errr, are you sure I'm allowed to have these?"
"Yup, good luck with being legally responsible for everything that happens to these 15+ people for the next 12 hours!"
To say I was scared as hell is understating it slightly.
After my second day on the job I drove home sobbing on the phone to my mom, and then proceeded to cry in my car, parked in our garage for a good long while.
I cried a lot in February.
I feel the need to document this however because it's important to never lose sight of where you came from. They say it takes about a year to get comfortable working as a floor nurse, and I sincerely hope in a year that I can look back on this post and smile.
School gives you the very basic information you need, but your education really doesn't begin until you start working. Each shift I complete gives me that much more experience, and those shifts will eventually add up and string together until I finally become the confident, experienced nurse I hope to be.
Life's hard, but that's the nature of the beast. How would we grow stronger if we didn't have to pass through difficult times and trials? Comfort zones are for pansies, after all.
Heavenly Father is wise, he has a plan for all of us, and I know right now this is his plan for me. He won't ever leave ya hangin' though! He always gives you the tools you need to accomplish the tasks he asks you to do. Even if he lets you stumble and fall a little bit, he will always help you back up.






































