I’ve been doing some research - read: snooping – and I’ve noticed that alot of blogs out there have a purpose, ie. kids (groan) cooking (makes me hungry) art (bores me) parenting (am perfect). And the bloggers are very clear about why they blog.
So let me start at the beginning…
Hi! My name is Sandra. I’m the mother of 4 lovely children (yes, we already know this, you’re thinking). Three years ago I completed my first novel… second actually, but the first one was more for the purposes of alleviating hatred and bitterness towards a moronic, A-holy exhusband (good thing I’m no longer bitter, right). But sadly – cue the sad face emoticon – the second book did not get published. Some of you may be surprised to hear this… please no comments from the peanut gallery.
So upon much thought and consideration, I decided it was time to pursue other avenues – read: I needed a paying job (Don’t worry, I promise not to use the word “read” anymore.) Ever since having my kids, I’ve always thought that I’d like to be a labour and delivery nurse. It would be cool to stand by as a woman “hee-hee-hoo-hooed” a baby into the world. Right?
So I started university the following September as a nursing student.
So I’m moseying along through my courses, not really diggin’ much of anything. My time spent on the labour and delivery ward during my clinical rotation, showed me that:
1. Charting is boring
2. Senior nurses aren’t compassionate towards student nurses
3. Labouring women don’t want to chat
4. Labouring women don’t care that you’ve had four kids and could give them a few pointers
5. Newborn babies are slippery and giving them their first bath to get the gunk off of them is a lawsuit waiting to happen.
Of course I realize there are tons of other nursing opportunities out there. I’m three years into the program, so I’m sticking it out. Worse case scenario: I’ll graduate as a registered nurse, and WRITE a book in which the main character is a nurse. See how cleverly I can interrelate all the aspects of my life?
But I took a Native Studies course this spring – part of my degree requirement… not sure of the link between nursing and Native Studies, but so be it – and through all of the papers I had to write in this course (count ‘em 6 in 6 weeks!… ok, so I’m not getting much sympathy from the bloggers I’m guessing) I realized that I missed writing. And during those 6 weeks, I was happier than I had been in a long time. I did some soul searching - not my favourite thing cuz it makes me come face-to-face with the less-than-positive aspects of my personality… perfection is easier to bear – and realized that I should not simply write to seek fame and fortune. (..pppffttt…ya, whatever!)
Cue to blog. My outlet for writing. I’m hoping the joy I get from writing will alleviate the pain I experience sitting through my Research Methods course. For those of you who don’t know what Research Methods is, don’t ask me. I sit there every single Wednesday for three hours wondering myself.
I’m the type of person that needs a purpose. I need a goal. A long term plan. Then I thought of the movie Julie & Julia. No. I’m not going to make every single recipe in my cookbook. I don’t like variety: this week alone I’ve had pancakes three times.
But 15 years ago I was given the book “Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy” written by Sarah Ban Breathnach. It was highly popular in its time. Popularized by the Goddess O (Oprah for those of you who have just come out from under the rock). The purpose of this book is to make you appreciative of the little things in your life. It’s a one year journey dated from January 1st to December 31st. Each page gives you a little job to do, something to be grateful for in your day… you know, in case you’re a crab who can’t see the beauty in a sunset or a newborn baby… geez, I wonder why I was given this book.
Anyway, I’ve started the “Simple Abundance” adventure a few times. But after 3 days, I get a stress migraine from all the fricken beauty surrounding me.
So instead of cooking my way through Julia Child’s cookbook, I’m going to plow my way through this journey. Don’t worry, I’m not going to go all Hare Krishna on your asses. If I start waxing philosophical about the beauty of the rose bushes in our back yard, my husband will think aliens have inserted a probe into my brain.
I’m off now to read my mission for tomorrow. This is going to be fun! fun fun fun thinking positive thinking positive kittens are cute lavender is soothing. See I can do this. No problem… ~cue the happy face emoticon~ See I’m so much happier already.