I’m back, rested, and ready to start spilling all the latest juice of my life. When I last left you, I received my acceptance letter to nursing school, my honey came back from Germany, and I was working on fixing and loving me.
Well, if you’re wondering, I am in my second semester of nursing school. I love it and at the same time I consider quitting at least once a week. My honey and I are still married, but our stay in the Army may be cut short, but more to follow on that in future posts. Andddd finally, I’m still working on me. It’s interesting reading posts from last year and comparing my life now to them. I still struggle with worrying about everything, but I feel more at peace with my body and who I am. I’ve heard that as a woman ages she becomes more confident in who she is and I would have to agree.
I’ve always been the girl with a plan A, B, C, and just in case a D. I find comfort in planning and knowing where I’m going. I’m strategic. However, in the midst of this new chaos I’m in, I’m learning to take comfort, not in my plans, but my God.