Vein of My Existence

Sun shoots through stark naked branches.The criss-crossed shadows explode below like swollen and varicosed veins painting the road.The path ahead of me is bloodshot at best.
by Anne Cunnigham

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Writing can be so difficult... thinking of a clever story or twist of a wrist to share that will parellel your intellect.
I've been stuck a little... frightened to post something banal.
Looking back I realize I am not the kind to "wait & see" or think through all paths and consequences. Jump in and life will happen along the way. I'm a do-er: sometimes 8th grade level task achievement style, and sometimes an outreach and organizer style. I can do it.
So here we go- I'm dumping the fright and jumping into the banal and will blog away and maybe no one will listen.
As much a do-er as I am I have also been floundering with a career choice. I feel I can achieve more; I would like a challenge of a different color and for a year now the elusive "perfect position" has been my topic. I will create my own path and invision what I choose and be content to know that when the stars do align I will end my long nursing career in a truly useful and purposeful manner.

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