Nursing School

I'm waiting. Waiting for the letter in the mail that says "We regret to inform you..." or "We are excited to tell you...".

Either way, my life changes drastically.

If I get accepted, I will start a 15 month journey of nonstop school. If I don't get accepted, I have to make more decisions. Decisions about career, motherhood, and my future.

If I get accepted, that's it. I will be a nurse. If I don't. That's it. I won't be a nurse...at least not anytime soon.

So, I wait. Eagerly. Patiently. I wait.

I want to get it. There, I said it. I want this. I desperately want it.

It is hard for me to admit I want it because then if I don't get it, I have to admit that my world is crushed. I have to admit defeat and all of the emotions that come with it.

I'd rather no one knew I want it because then I can hide those emotions from the world.

The problem is, I need to tell you. I need to let the world know I WANT THIS!!! This desire is building up inside and I need someone else to wait with me. I'm not sure how long the wait is, but I'll let you know when I find out.