Hello. Hi. Heya.
Welcome one and all to this scintillating diary.
How funny that OD is back? I was just a little shocked. But unfortunately I can’t get it out of my system so here I am…
Its been about 6 years since my last entry and I dare say most of my regular readers are all out living their lives. But it was too tempting not to come back. Besides, we all need a little outlet now and then.
2018 called for changes. Changes in careers and ambitions, attitude adjustments and a diary name change. It’s not so much that I’m not Nurse Vee anymore, it’s just that it’s not the best or most accurate description of me. I’ve kinda moved on. It’s been almost 9 years since I last practiced as a Nurse and while I’ll always consider that a part of me, it doesn’t especially define who I am right now.
I’m still stuck in Texas though. Now don’t get me wrong, Texas has some nice places but Houston isn’t one of them. This is the type of city that you get swallowed by. You become a moving robot, carried away by the hectic speed at which people move. It’s the large city mentality and honestly? It sucks. I’ve felt this heavy dragging in my gut since we moved here and six years later that urge hasn’t dissipated.
Houston is the kind of place that makes you lose years quickly. I’ve been here nearly 6 (years) now and not once have I felt like “I’m home.” I don’t feel settled and quite often I don’t feel happy. The plan is to reclaim those feelings. The plan is to move (and in the shortest timeframe possible).
I’m reluctant to write about my career change until it’s 100% certain. So I’ll just say this: I took a chance. I applied for some jobs that I was fairly certain I wouldn’t get with companies that are notoriously difficult to get jobs with. I’m shaking things up. Taking control. Proving my worth to myself. Changing direction. God willing I’ll get my opportunity and I’ll shine a bit brighter (because the last few years have been full of bumps and hiccups).
In 2014 I had a baby girl. That “baby” turns 4 in a few short weeks and it’s another reminder of how fast life will fly by if you don’t take the odd moment to stop and appreciate the good.
My eldest daughter is 19 and my middle is almost 16. Crazy times. Miss 19 informed me of her plan to move out in the next few months and to be quite frank, I’m panicking. That happened fast! I’m not ready! But I guess it has to happen at some point… I just figured that it would still be a couple years away yet!
I’m happy to have OD back. I have no idea if it will ever be what it once was (to me especially) but it’s nice to have a place to write some stuff down now and again.