I've decided I must blog more.
I was just reading some of my previous blog posts. Is that weird or vain?
Anyway I was and realised, not only did I not majorly suck at writing, but I realised, it was really nice to be able to revisit the stories of my life. Almost therapeutic.
For example, I was just reading the post where I was about a month away from doing placement in September last year, and during the lead up to placement's, performances, worship leading, assignments, exams, tests, and generally entering places or meeting people that I'm unfamiliar with, cause so much anxiety and worry in me. Even when I try to think about something else, or convince myself that I'm over thinking things or being ridiculous, it's like my body doesn't believe me and does things that make the anxiety even worse!
But rereading that post reminded be that almost a year has passed since that time. That I got through placement, I got through my exams and successfully completed my second year of uni, that mum is so much better.
It also became incredibly real to me that I am about to begin my final year of university. I should be graduating in less then six months, I may possibly, God-willing, have a job for next year as a Registered Nurse!
Boy am I... freaking the hell out!
Anyway, enough about that, my plan was to really create a space for a journal type thing, with help from my bestie Rach.
One thing that is very prominent in nursing is reflective practice journals. I never got the grasp of these journals and couldn't figure it out until someone explained it to me like this, "tell me how you felt during that time, instead of listing all the tasks you did".
So that's what I shall endeavour to do.
This week I have another two days of work, one day off to enjoy as my final day before uni and essentially the beginning of the rest of my life. I have to play piano for church on Sunday and I picked a song that needs a bit of help in vocals, thinking I may be able to contribute.
Pray for me that I stay sane, and not worry, pray for my voice, and that I can give praise to Jesus without being proud.
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Hello, I'm Rachel.
About a week ago I got a text from Kate asking me to be a writer on her blog. I've always wanted to be a blogger, so without hesitation I said yes.
I've been considering since then what my first official post should be about, and inevitably I decided on introducing myself:
I'm a nerd. Just an absolute dork. This means I'm awkward. About everything. Kinda like a living, breathing oxymoron. I love red lipstick, but would never EVER wear any. I love to read novels, but find myself flicking through magazines way more than I should. I love the Marvel cinematic universe (thanks to Hubby), but I have never picked up a comic book which, yes, makes me one of those annoying Marvel fans, the kind that no one likes to see show up at Comic Con coz all they really care about is RDJ and Chris Pratt. I like to cross stitch (but haven't since 2013), love to colour (while eating lollies) and love to listen to music (you didn't hear this from me but sometimes me and Hubby binge watch Glee just for the songs. And yes, the title of this blog is a terrible play on words, referencing a Lionel Richie song. I am so, so sorry).
I go to church. Every Sunday. I believe in the power of prayer. I try to do good things for others as often as possible and be kind to one another, which either makes me sound like a "good Christian", or a huge Ellen DeGeneres fan. I like to think that I'm both.
I have been married for three years. Three amazing years. There has never been a dull moment with Hubby and I often find myself wondering how the heck I got so lucky. I think God was multi-tasking the day we met, because it was also the day I met my bestie, author of this very blog, Kate!
Last, but certainly not least, I'm a mummy. I have been for a little over six months so still very new to the role. However, it doesn't take long to fall in love with a job like this. My daughter, Lou, is just the darn cutest wee thing. Motherhood changes you (that's another post for another day) and I know this because I opened up a nappy last week and saw Lou's first ever solid poo, and I got excited. Noone. Not ever. Gets excited about poop. Unless they are a parent.
That's me. You can expect lots of nerdy, churchy, wifey, mummy blog posts from me. But don't be surprised if you find yourself reading a whole lot more. In the meantime...
So nice to meet you,