It’s the oldest story in the world. One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without your ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.
I believe that if, at the end, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try. I didn’t always know this, and am happy I lived long enough to find it out.
Girl. Petite. BSN, RN. With a BS in biology for kicks! Close enough to 25. Often mistaken as 21. Born and raised on the West Coast. Fascinated with science and medicine. Wears scrubs and Danskos 25% of the time. Loves all things green (colorwise and otherwise). Always carries an iphone, hand sanitizer, and lip balm.
This is simply a collection of liked odds & ends, and the occasional random thought.