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Ghandi was a great man and walked everywhere he went so the skin on his feet became very cracked and hard, and due to continual hunger strikes was fraile but maintained his amazing almost supernatural gifts of peace and understanding, but again due to his eating habbits his breath was horrible. So Ghandi was a...

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I am proud to say I am a Mother, a Daughter, a Student, an Employee, a Minister, a Healer, a Poet, a Cynic, an Activist, and many more things that change on a moment-by-moment basis. I live in constant amazement of this adventure we call life, and acknowledges that while the road may be bumpy, the ride is exciting. I graduated from the Registered Nurse program at Alpena Community College in May 2004. In August 2010 I received my BSN and the, ever the glutton for punishment I went back to school and obtained my MBA with a specialization in Healthcare Administration in May 2012. I am contemplating going on for my PhD APRN. If I decide to do that... SHOOT ME! I am a manager for a not for profit hospice agency based in Michigan, but the position allows me to work remotely so I may be traveling a lot over the next few years. I battled and defeated breast cancer and now I am living life to the fullest!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Stress

I remember in my General Psych class that Mr. Barclay told us that stress comes in many forms. There are positive events that cause stress and negative events that cause stress. While some are easier to deal with than others, stress is stress. Here is my stress...

My son is leaving for the summer after an incredible trying school year. I love this kid more than life itself. I am very fortunate as he is a really good kid. He doesn't stay out past curfew, rarely talks back, does his chores when I remind him to, attends school, is kind to me and to others, and is a very caring person. I am proud of him in so many ways. I like the person he is. The issue is that he does his homework (most of it anyway) but he does not turn it in. I don't understand that. We are trying to get to the bottom of this issue, and in the last 2 weeks of school he really picked up the ball and did what needed to be done to salvage most of the school year, but I've gotta ask, "What's the deal with the homework?"

He is leaving on Friday for the summer with the Ex. I'm gonna miss him like wildfire, yet I am also looking forward to a few months of not having to be accountable to anyone but myself. If I decide to not eat dinner until 10pm, I can. If I decide to stay out until 1 in the morning, I don't have to check in. No groceries in the house? No problem. I hate when he is gone, but I relish the time as well. Weird.

I am buying a house! My first house. It is in the exact location I wanted, and it is perfect for Edward and I. It needs some work, but that work is going to keep me busy this summer, so maybe I won't miss the kid so much. I always end up in a bit of a funk when he is gone if I have too much time on my hands. This summer, time on my hands is not going to be an issue. I am really excited about the house. Picking out flooring and paint colors and planning on where to put the furniture, etc is so much fun. I say that now... Wait til I get that paint roller in my hands. My tune might change. This is a good, positive move for me. But still stressful.

School is also in full swing. I tend to complain about it a lot, but I know I am dreading the ending of it. A year from now I will have my degree. But then what will I do with my time? I will be Angela Marie Christensen, RN, BSN, OCN(R), MBA, MHA - Guess I will spend my extra time writing all those initials after my name :-)

On the guy front - Who knows what is happening there. I get through the day, have many friends to support me, but that elusive partner is still at large. There is a potential partner out there, but we are in such different places. For now, I have a friend. STRESS!!!

My heart is doing this strange pitter pattering. My Dr doesn't seem too worried, but he is sending me to a specialist. He thinks I have a hereditary condition (that no one else in my family seems to have)... But time will tell. More silly stress.

Good things in my world, but they sure are stressful. That's ok. It means I am living!

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