Indecisiveness!

Well, I had an epiphany this evening. Finally. I'm actually glad to have figured out something-again, concerning my future and where the path may lead. Last spring, I switched my major from Biology to Nursing and now, I believe I will switch my major from Nursing to Psychology. In so doing, I hope to then go to grad school for Physical or Occupational Therapy. This is quite the switch, but I feel it is a much better fit for me!


Though Nursing is a very compassionate and meaningful profession, I found it to be somewhat boring and messy. I'm not a huge drug buff either, as far as knowing their ins and outs - which is quite important to Nursing! Also, I'm not too big on paperwork and monitoring all the technicalities of day-to-day routines (I&O, etc)...


I think with PT or OT I'll land in a field of less messy and still purposeful work to do! There is a lot of  schooling left to complete, but I'm relieved and excited to be making this switch! I used to think that I wanted to be an OT, but the more I think about it now I'm liking the idea of being a PT. I like the idea of building up strength in another human being. Strength to recover from injury, or manage an illness. Life is all about being strong-mentally, spiritually, and yes-physically. The more I dwell upon the idea of helping others build strength, the more I am drawn to the profession.


I like that I made this blog too. I think it's quite a relief to vent every now and then, and what better way to do so than by typing on my Mac after a quality evening of pondering life!


Cheers.

this is my winter song to you

^Photography I took Christmas morning with a poem I wrote today.

Morning brings a hanging fog,
with dim lights and frosted windows.
Cool, tattered floors and whitewash walls-
a shiver for dry skin.

It's December.

Peppermint tea ignites insides and warm porridge
contends with discontent.
Longing mouse clicks for warmer days,
fields of lavender, signs of life. 

 Sunbeams slowly pass over window panes,
and cloak ankle bones-
warmth?

One quick turn to the outside world
brings only dismal eyes

to find icicles who haven't left their post.

The wind drones, tossing snow-capped pines around and
around when all at once-

behind a nearby cloud,
teasing rays return
to their secret dwelling in the sky. 

A sigh. 

It's December.