Sarah Who Wanders...

You guys. After working my tush off to be where I’m at: getting through nursing school, securing experience and letters of recommendation from doctors, hours and hours of studying... I almost quit nurse practitioner school. I can’t even believe I’m writing that. I’d had a really rough few weeks about a week ago or so which was exacerbated by a new med for me for migraine prevention that shouldn’t have had bad side effects but did...anyone else experience that with propranolol?? It made me sad and fatigued-quite frankly mirroring depression symptoms and calmed my anxiety to where I felt numb about everything. It was just recently that I discovered my anxiety actually helps me. It’s just enough. It’s not soul crushing inactivity provoking, but just enough adrenaline that boosts me forward.  I had a very hard exam, was doubting myself so much, was overwhelmed but uncaring (not a good combination). I was hating every second of school, even though I mainly liked it a few weeks ago despite b

When Matthew really wants to make a point about something, he uses the phrase true fact . He has been using this phrase since he was like 4, and it still very much is part of his vocabulary.   Let's say he makes a statement about one of his classes. "Mom, this project is worth 100 points and we only have 3 days to finish it. True fact!" It is a Matthew-ism, and I have always giggled because facts, in essence, should be true, so it is a way to overstate something. "true fact" I have really been working on being more transparent and vulnerable with the people who care about me. I want to be genuine, not fake. Sure, at times my house does belong in Better Homes and Gardens  and at other times it looks like I let four toddlers and a pack of dogs loose in it for a day and let them spread food and laundry (always laundry) room to room! Sometimes I look pretty put together, and other days my hair is dirty and in a bun, and I am wearing ripped but comfy leggings