Once Yellow, Now Blue...

As I sit here in a half-cleaned room, I stare at my unpacked, unfolded clothes in the baby crib. For the past year, this once yellow, now blue room has been my home. I sit here shirtless with a pink, breast cancer scarf wrapped around my neck. I don't know why I'm wearing this scarf, but it comforts me at this particular moment in time. Music is softly playing from my computer, and Zoey is looking at me with her big, puppy dog eyes. Maybe she is also wondering why I'm shirtless with a pink scarf wrapped around my neck. Though, I can't take her serious with the "cone of shame" wrapped around her's. If dogs could talk, I'm pretty sure she would be "french" right now. Not for spaying her, forcing her to wear the "cone of shame", not for turning her into a martini and posting her picture for all of Facebook to see, not keeping her up way passed her bedtime, and not even for hitting her with the scarf that I'm now waving through the air. But cursing me because she knows I'm leaving her here for a little while. It's officially Saturday, which means tomorrow, TOMORROW at 3:30 pm I'll be on a plane to Seattle... to a new room I'll eventually call my home.

As I sit here in this once yellow, now blue room, I think about who I am today and what I'm doing with my life. The trending question of the week was, "Why do you want to move all the way to Seattle, where it's cold and rainy?" The honest truth is, I don't know! I don't know why I want to move; I just do. I know I want to explore all aspects of life, and I'm thankful to have a job where I can do so. I know if I stay here in Louisiana, I'll eventually regret not going. At least if I go to Washington and fail miserably, I can say I failed trying instead of giving up on what all life has to offer.

Like the blue walls, I too have changed tremendously over the past year, maturing mentally and emotionally as a nurse and a person. As I sit here today, I don't know where I'll be in ten years... I do not know who I'll be in ten years; however, I know I will be happy I done what I adventured to do. 

Maybe where I'll end up doesn't even matter.

But that's just it, you don't always have to know what you want to do with your life or even where you'll end up as long as you're doing something you want. It's not always about the outcome, but what matters is the journey and memories you make along the way. The love and memories shared between these walls matter most to me. The colors are irrelevant.

Happy Birthday, Sissy! Thanks for letting me live in your once yellow, now blue room for past year. I love you so very much!

In the words of a great nursing professor, "go forth and conquer."

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