LETTER TO MYSELF — DECEMBER 31, 2025
Dear Me, Today is December 31st — the final day of 2025 — and before I rush into what’s next, I want to sit with
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Dear Me, Today is December 31st — the final day of 2025 — and before I rush into what’s next, I want to sit with
Lately, what I want most is peace—not the kind that looks calm from the outside, but the kind that settles deep into my body. The
Today marks another fabulous milestone. Yes, it’s my birthday—and absolutely not a workday. I claimed this day for myself, poured into my own cup, and
When I first received the news, my reaction was layered: disbelief, anger, and a profound emotional unease. The disbelief arose from recognizing that, despite everything
After ten years of considering myself a professional, last week the Board of Education announced that nursing is no longer categorized as a “professional degree.”
This moment demands more than reflection—it demands action. The devaluation of nursing as a “professional degree” is not merely an administrative oversight; it is a
