The "Little Bit" about Me

In case you didn't know, I just finished my first nursing clinical semester in upper division. And I say that with great relief. But while I have returned home to take care of my grandmother and mother, my mind continues to race with each thought fighting for the most attention. Where does that leave me? In a constant state of strife.

As I sat here with an increasing pulse from growing anxiety, I decided to work on a statement of interest for a summer program. I was getting absolutely no where when I remembered what my Medical & Health Journalism professor once said -- "You write better on your blog." And so, I created another blog and here I am.

I'm supposed to be writing "a little bit about me." A little bit? How in the world am I supposed to write a mere "bit" about the past 25 years? I've had too many experiences, good, bad, and wonderful, to sum up into one paragraph. How is one paragraph supposed to adequately represent me? The hardest part about writing is the beginning. Heck, that's what they say. There isn't an easy part of anything in writing -- not even the title. But then I remember it's never how much you say, but how you say it. And that is the challenge.

I was raised in a small rural town in Georgia and it was this experience that has defined who I am and what I believe. Through a series of missteps and backups, I've landed in Columbia, SC looking to start my nursing career. But from public relations to nursing, two things have always remained constant: my compassion and empathy for the sick and the intense desire to empower others.