Almost a year ago, my longest relationship came to a screeching halt. I remember going to the farm and crying to my mom while she was milking cows. That was a day I thought I would never be able to get past, but time changed all of that. I spent a lot of my time getting prepared for college, working, and learning more about myself. I picked up new hobbies, found some new ones, and spent time with friends that I hadn't seen since graduation.
I went to the first football game of the season upon a friend's request, and ran into someone that I hadn't seen since shortly after graduation. That night we talked and I agreed to meet him again at the JV football game the following Monday night. It was a weird sense of freedom, I no longer had to ask to go somewhere or hang out with someone. It was also weird sitting with a guy and having his arm around me. But I liked it, it was new and it was a feeling that I came to trust. This guy I had come to know in two classes my senior year: gym class and studyhall. He had a great personality and always made me laugh in class.
The night that we met again we knew there was something special between us, but I still wasn't ready to jump into a relationship. I told him that, and asked if he would wait for me. He agreed to wait, but only within reason. With a couple nudges and lots of talking, I admitted that I was ready to be in a relationship again. I waited forever because he didn't ask me out until awhile after, he told me that he was waiting for a way to make it special.
He asked me out on September 18. We were at the Blair Taylor versus Melrose-Mindoro football game, and the next day was his uncle's wedding. We spent our whole first weekend together and I enjoyed every minute of it. Within 24 hours of beginning dating, I had met his entire family, and most of his families friends.
This guy and I have been together for almost 9 months now, and we're still going strong. This relationship has taught me so much about myself and about life. I'm so thankful that I was able to move on from my ex before it ruined my chances with this one.
Give yourself time to get over the past, but don't let the past absorb you so that you hold yourself back from something that will help you.
The first night of clinical was very intimidating, but I really enjoyed it. By the last night, I was wishing that I could do it all over again and start from the top. Helping others is one of my favorite things to do, and at the nursing home that is exactly what I got to do. I got to spend that extra time with the residents that many of them appreciated. I worked with some residents that were a breeze, and others that I had to channel my patience, but at the end of the day I knew that I had made a difference in all of their lives. This is the profession that I cannot wait to join. I am here to make a difference.
