Sarah Who Wanders...

I may have a slight obsession with names.  When I was choosing names for my sons, I knew that I wanted strong, masculine, Biblical names. Matthew was quite literally a scary, he almost died, miracle birth. It reaffirmed to me that Matthew was a perfect name, as it means: Gift from God . His father and I passed on Lewis from him as a middle name, and it means renowned warrior . He certainly fought for his life in that first week! When it came time to plan for Isaiah (yes, both sons were actually planned haha!), I wanted to carry on the Biblical name tradition. We debated on Isaac, Ezekiel (his choice not mine), Zechariah (my choice not his) and agreed on Isaiah. Isaiah means God is Salvation. My grandpa was named James, and my dad is too, so James was a natural choice for a middle name meaning one who follows ...I liked this as he is the little brother, but also hopefully and more importantly will continue to be one who follows God.  Just for fun you should know that Sar...

I have achieved "success". I am happily married, and have two lively, healthy, smart sons who are turning into amazing young men. I work 4 days a week at a job that is not too difficult, and only have to go in 1 weekend a month. Yet...I am still left wanting. Is this a problem that lies within me or within society? I feel bad saying it. Admitting it. I am not ungrateful. Really. I thank God daily for my blessings and am moved to tears often at how lucky I am. I am not unhappy, but sometimes I am unfulfilled. Sometimes I think that teaching was more fulfilling than nursing, and sometimes I yearn to go back. I am blessed enough that we actually could financially with little to no impact, so I don't feel forced in any way to be a nurse. What I do feel is that I worked my butt off to become an RN and thus I stay. It may be both a blessing and a curse that with my personality I never really feel "done" or "settled", but always aspire to do more, see more,...

Well, I didn't make it a year. It has been just under 7 months without social media… I’m back, kind of. This is my new blog. New me? In some ways. Expect posts about travel, psychology, nursing, and ME.  Last November I decided to take a break from social media. It has been a good, much needed break, but I do miss the interaction, and keeping in touch with old (and new) friends.  The first few days were hard. Every time I had a profound thought or something that made me giggle, I wanted to share it. I somehow felt that not being able to share that thought made it less important. This is not the case. Instead, I began sharing those thoughts with the people around me who matter most to me, my husband, my kids, my parents, and my friends. Sometimes I kept the thoughts to myself… I know, amazing! I began this journey one month to the date after laying to rest our German Shepherd dog, Max. We had had Max as a family member for five years when he became very ill. Making t...