Random Musings on Life

I haven’t blogged for a really long time, and this is going to be a random musings post, rather than an event post, which means it probably will be more of a stream of consciousness than coherent train of thought. I’ve given up on updating the blog, I’m just going to start from a clean slate. Everything important is on Facebook. 

Grad school can be a bit busy, especially when you throw in 60-120 hours of practicum time (plus driving, which was 30 minutes to an hour one way). But I am done now. It feels great to be able to say that. When I started out on my journey three years ago, I think I was totally unprepared for how grueling it was going to be. In some ways, it was a lot easier than when I got my nursing degree, but since I stayed working full time the entire time, it was much more difficult to prioritize everything. A lot of things that I had thought were important suddenly didn’t feel that important anymore, as I simply didn’t have time to fit them into my day anymore. We even resorted to paper plates and bowls because the dishes were simply just not happening anymore. 

I have been done for about a month now, and it is refreshing to be able to do all of the things that have been neglected for the past three years. While I haven’t had oodles of time to do everything I want to, and I probably never will, I feel like I am doing more of those things that I want to do, rather than have to do. 

One thing I had planned on spending more time doing now that I have more free time is transferring my writings from my parents’ old Mac computer to Microsoft Word so they don’t get lost forever. I was able to do quite a bit of work on this before I started school (once I figured out the computer did still work), but then school limited the time I was able to dedicate to it. However, I went to turn it on last week, it was deader than dead. It worked fine a few months ago, and has just been sitting on my desk, but it makes a strange clicking noise, which Kevin has informed me means the hard drive is toast. I find it ironic (I really liked that song back in the day) that it sat on my parents day bed with crap piled on it for over ten years, then it sits in a perfectly good (albeit probably humid, which may be the culprit) environment and goes caput. There was a breakdown when I couldn’t get it to turn on. I was able to get all of my elementary school journals, which I appreciate, but the bulk of my journals were from middle school and the first part of high school. A lot of them were the daily journals we were assigned in English class, but they do show my personality and the quirkiness that was Megan in her early teens. (I really was a strange and awkward child.) But that is unfortunately all gone, unless we are miraculously able to retrieve everything. It really is a bummer. My mom had pretty much finished typing up my grandma’s journals, but all of my mom’s journal writing is gone, although she would probably say that is a good thing. So the take away from this experience, is to always back-up everything on an external hard drive or jump drive or the cloud because you never know when you will lose everything. While that wouldn’t have saved my work, as the internet and usb ports were incompatible with technology circa 1991, I do wish I would have made a printed copy. Oh well, my posterity probably would not have been as amused as I am by reading about my oddness. 

Right now, I am on “vacation,” or rather a staycation. After all of the stress of grad school, I have really needed a break. It’s been rather nice, although I’m already stressing about going back to work. I do love my job, I really do, but I feel so much better when I don’t have the stress of whether I get to eat, drink, or use the bathroom that day, not to mention the stress of taking care of tiny, fragile babies. My stomach feels so much better when I’m not at work, which has kind of killed my love of nursing, which really stinks. I have some kind of app or setting on Facebook where it shows past memories, and it is kind of sad to see how much I used to love nursing, even on the bad days. I’m now one of those old, cynical nurses, which is sad. I don’t want to be there, but the only one that can change that is me. I have been going to the chiropractor for the past couple of weeks in hopes of increasing the happiness of my back and body, which I hope will increase my overall sense of well-being so that I can be happier. 

I’ve been jibber jabbering for almost half an hour now, so I think I have randomly mused enough, so until next time…