Just seeing how many posts I can do to call attention to the fact that it’s my birthday!

Last night I checked-out my journal from my 20th birthday. On a fun note, I met Drew on my 20th birthday. He was at my party, he was friends with my roommates, but because I didn’t live with them (I moved home during the summers — all 1 mile) — anyway, I met him at my party.
BUT, my life was SO different… and so much the same.
1. All I could talk about was boys and nursing (getting INTO nursing school, to be more precise) — but what do I talk about now?… boys (these being a tad littler than the previous ones, or older in Drew’s case) and nursing (my job).
2. I was SO DANG INTO BOYS. I mean, seriously, every other day I was in love with some other guy (many of whom I worked at the Cannon Center with). Dan, Dave, Tim, some guy I referred to as “roll boy.” Yikes.
3. I was so afraid of not getting into nursing school (applications were due about a week after my birthday), stressed about the application, stressed about where my life would go. However, in the long run of things — HELLO, this WAS something to be concerned about. I mean, imagine if I wasn’t a nurse — would I even be the same person I am today?
Anyway, a lot has changed in those 10 years, probably WAY more than will change in the next 10 years. Funny to look back…. What were YOU doing 10 years ago?

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  1. says

    I hate reading my journals from before I was married. I am so embarrassed that I could basically only talk about boys.