Joy over Stupidity

Heyo,

I am feeling ironic. I don't particularly mean this very seriously. I keep so busy and yet whenever I stop I can't help but think that these are the parts of my life that would be skipped over in a biography. Or covered in one sentence "She strove toward earning her license as a Registered Nurse."
Nothing fancy, nothing dramatic, yet so much work is summed up in that one sentence. I am busy with nothing and yet I am tired by everything. There are little stories that happen all the time, but I can't keep them anywhere because patient confidentiality AKA HIPPA. This is good and yet where does it leave me?

It leaves me boring. Also if I could share those stories only a small portion of the world really wants to listen. Either it is interesting only to me, because only my unique perspective can enjoy it. Or it is something medical. And even though every human has a body, most people deny it, don't understand it, and act all bossy when they need help.

I enjoy this, nay I love it. Call me sadistic, but if you break your bone, you'll want me, not some person who hates the sight of blood. While I am learning this analogy may not work so well, because if you broke your bone I may flip out (due to lack of knowledge of course) anyway. Still I become overjoyed through overs and my own stupidity. It is all about finding the silver lining, right?

Just rambling per usual on here...mainly just trying to write more. I have found that I am completely out of the habit. Hopefully, for any of my readers at least, quality will follow the habit.

<3 Lissa