I’m Alive! Or On Why You Haven’t Heard From Me in A Long While

Hello, blogging world!  Been a while since you’ve heard from me, eh? 😀

The past few months since my last update has been spectacularly busy and I haven’t had the time to write, let alone do anything for leisure.  But it’s all good, because for the first time in a while, I was working for something.  It was like life was giving me a second chance—or, to be more accurate, a good taste of it.

For those who haven’t read the last few posts, the sob story of my life is that I’ve been given the good boot out of my work because of, I’ll admit, my own failures and shortcomings.  It was a rude wake-up call that I spent months agonizing over, and to be honest, I can’t say I’ve fully recovered.  It’s like coming from a bad breakup—you can pick up the pieces and walk on just fine, but that won’t mean you won’t get the urge to punch your ex every time you see him.  (Distance, my friend, distance.)

Not that I’d want to punch my ex-workplace or anywhere near it, but you get the picture.

However, I digress.

Haven’t you heard that I’m gonna be OK? Source: sourceofinsight.com

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Four Reasons Why Gratitude Matters to Nurses (And Five Ways to Practice)

A sense of gratitude is something a nurse should have.

In this modern age of instant gratification and constant innovation, many often fail to appreciate the good that comes from stopping and smelling the roses; missing on being grateful for what is now is like missing on a big piece of happiness.

The nursing profession has its own unique perks and wonders, true, but no nurse will deny that it can be so stressful and will at times push you to your limits. Every bit of happiness counts when you’re in a highly demanding occupation, and a positive mindset can make all the difference between a happy career and a quick burnout.

So how can gratitude help make a difference to a nurse?

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When Did You Realize That You Love Being A Nurse?

The love for being a nurse can come in different ways.

It could have been a childhood romance since the days of I-wanna-be-this-when-I-grow-up kindergarten.  It could have been inspired by the sight of a nurse caring for a relative, friend or from a personal nursed back to health experience.  Or it could have been–especially for those who didn’t choose to become nurses in the first place–a slow, gradual process of falling in love, knee-deep code browns, ungodly shiftings, insufferable human beings in hospitals and all.

Personally, though, it happened for me when I was on the verge of leaving being a nurse behind for something else.

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