Wired differently

 Good evening bloggers,

Still working, studying and interning, with intervals for some socializing. I got a chance to speak with my nursing school mentor. And she wants me to come and present to the junior clinical nursing students about my profession. I told her that after almost 18 years and working in so many different levels and specialties in nursing that I was not the right person to come speak to young innocent students. She told me that I am a “tough cookie”, my response was : this cookie is crumbling (when it comes to nursing). I also told her that every night before I go to work I ask God to replenish my patience. There are nights where I catch myself running out of patience and I have to walk away or talk myself back into calmness. 

As I am venting to my mentor, Paula, she stops me mid discussion to remind me that I am wired differently and that women like us have ceased to exist. We move forward so effortlessly regardless to what happens to us on any given situation. She reminded me how old I was when I started nursing school and how she remembered my kids being with me in lecture halls when I broke my leg and how well behaved they were during 1 hour lecture classes. I genuinely forgot about all of that, she also reminded me of how broken I was when I came back from New Mexico from my separation, then eventually my divorce and how determined I was to move forward  and do something for myself and my family. She was also there during my mother’s funeral and reminded me how strongly I held it together for the rest of my family.

So I write this entry to not only remind myself of my unique wiring, but to also celebrate my tribe of sistas that are always here for me whenever I forget who I am and how far I have come! From my day one Denise to my twin sista Dani, to my always comforting sista Kimmy! I have so many female friends that I call my sistas and a few male friends that always remind me of who I am and how far I have come, and that my wiring is truly distinct!