I will tell you the story of how I came upon the inward journey known as the love of self. Easy, pervs. I'm talking the love of the astonishing divine within all of us. Incidentally, this philosophy led me to discover that my ability to get over a breakup is very closely related to how [...]
I feel the grueling painful peeling off of the bitch lens through which I've been viewing her.
My flank felt like an elephant was tap dancing on a hot railroad spike driven into my kidney.
I’ve only truly regretted the times when I stayed in my comfort zone, or ran back to it, when I knew damn well I was being called to greater things.
All of your quirks, broken dreams, character flaws and blemishes create a unique mosaic that is absolutely, authentically YOU.
So let’s break out the power buffer and polish the shit out of this turd. Sometimes life has the strangest way of . . . grabbing you by the throat and reminding you what your purpose is . . .
I will tell you the story of the first patient I ever lost. I'm no stranger to patient death. If you're going to be a nurse (or anyone in the medical field for that matter), it's something you will deal with routinely. This post is in reference to a patient who suffered a critical event while [...]
But once you declare [what you want], oh s#*t. It's on. Are you shaking in your boots, yet? You should be.