I met the most wonderful person a month and a half ago. I had spent such a large part of my life telling myself, telling the universe what I wanted. What I was supposed to have, and never getting it. I should have known better. I decided a month and a half back to just let go, see what the universe has for me and embrace it instead of rejecting it. Through a strange series of events, a friend from 20 years ago visited me. He got me to look at a specific online dating site and urged me to talk to one person he found in particular. I waited before deciding to be open to the universe and all it had. I reached out to find out this person was a co-worker I hadn’t really spoken to for the last year or so. A few nights later, I ran into her and her friends out on the town… again because this friend wanted to go out. My co-worker introduced me to her friend and as we shook hands I felt this incredible fear and wanted my hand back. I sat there for a bit trying to figure it out and realized it wasn’t fear, but her touch alone set my soul afire. We ended up talking a bit and when we parted we shook hands again. I didn’t want her or I to let go. It was like the universe manifested itself right there and shouted to me in love and compassion that she is someone who should be in my life. She is someone I should know and be known by.
A month later we met again. We’d had sporadic emails… my co-worker wanted to fix us up as she said she saw sparks, but our schedules made it a bit difficult to get talking. Now its been two weeks of dating. I don’t know where this will go. I have hopes, but I’m keeping myself open. The universe brought us together saying “you should know this person.” She is truly one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met. Whether we become one of the greatest love stories ever told or just good friends it will be wonderful to have her in my life. From what she’s told me, it sounds like she was finally in the right place to meet someone when we met as well.
I’m going to try a lot more of this being open. I’ve known for years that I should be, but its funny how when you finally are, things begin to play out as they should.
One thing I do know, I enjoy learning about her and from her. I could spend a lifetime learning and sharing with her.
I am a typical, average person; I live a common American lifestyle, I have traveled nowhere spectacular, and I have never accomplished anything extraordinary. Yes that is perfectly fine. I have come to realize that I don’t have to “be somebody,” as in somebody famous, worldly, or “popular.” Someone taught me this once: All that truly matters is being somebody special to just one person—touching just one person’s life in a way that no one else can. My life has been touched, and I have been blessed. To others it may seem ordinary, but to me what has happened in my life and all the people who have affected my life mean the world to me. So this is an average story, about my average life, but to me my life is far from ordinary. Much more is to come, and I can only hope that I one day will touch the life of another in a way that no one else can!
Medical school is not what I expected. All books and lectures for the first couple years. Then I guess we learn actual medicine. It seems nurses do most of the practical things, while doctors do the heavy thinking. And take all the blame if things go awry. I often wonder if I should have gone into nursing instead. I’d actually spend time with patients & get to take care of them. And I’d get really good at one or two things, like starting IV lines.
Still, I’ve had some cool opportunities to get some hands-on experience. I gave my first pap smear & pelvic exam today. I’m oddly proud of it. Mostly I’m really grateful that patients let me practice on them. How many women would be OK with me putting a finger in their vagina? Just sayin is all.
The human body is disgusting and awesome.
Teach me how to love and I’ll learn to appreciate what’s good for me. Teach me to be patient and I won’t run as soon as I don’t get my way. Teach me what the world is really like so I can handle it better when I’m older. Teach me everything you know so that I won’t end up alone, scared sitting in a corner.
I met my boyfriend when we were five years old. He moved in across the street. When we were seven, we were sitting in my basement looking at my mom’s books. There was one on female anatomy, and Nick (the now boyfriend but then best friend) told me he knew that girls had “chinas.” I was quick to correct him and tell him that girls had vaginas, and all the other information my 7 year old self knew.
At age seven, I taught my now boyfriend what a vagina was.