Standing for something.
If you found or know someone who pushes you to stand for something, keep them. Nowadays, they are either missing or utterly difficult to find.
Writing to make sense.
I write not only to remember but also to make sense. To understand. To synthesize. To expound. Or it can be to breakdown. To deduce. To summarize. Writing, to me, is a form of thinking. I write to think better. Unique ideas deserve to be written because they might never come to you again. And if you are able to put your thoughts into words, that means you understand them better--you will understand you better.
Failure is only certain if we never tried.
We don't expose our mistakes, the times we messed up and the moments when we felt dumb. These things are actually the important ones to remember and learn from because they can be the catalyst for our growth. The concept of "attacking the resistance" will keep us from getting stuck. Observe a person who made a lot of mistakes to someone who prevents having them. Notice that the one who made more mistakes (and realized something) are quicker to make decisions than the other who chose the "safe" route. It's because we worry a lot. The most unproductive habit I…
Travel Nurse Experience: Novant Health-New Hanover Regional Medical Center
I was cramming to get another job after having a 4-week vacation in the Philippines. My recruiter sent me 4 options/hospitals that matched what I was looking for. Without doing prior research (as I usually don’t), I based my pick on how much the hospital pays relative to the hours worked. Plain, simple data. So I picked New Hanover Regional Medical Center. Easy decision, I thought. There was a catch (of course) and I would find it out later as I go. After signing up with the hospital, I went to do my research about the hospital. By now, you…
Remembering Uncle Kandong
May your soul rest in peace, uncle Nathaniel aka "Kandong", codename: Casper. He was my mother's younger brother. When someone close to us dies, we imagine the fleeting precious moments we've shared together. With uncle Kandong, it was his bright, unintimidating smile. He was happy with simple things and he always looked very content. He was not rich or famous and I have never heard of him being involved in troubles in our area. Whenever I visit my mommy Luz's place where he lives, he always had something to offer me to eat or drink. I remember back in the…