We are like leaves on a tree.

We grow and take shape.

Change colors with different seasons.

And when it is our time, the wind blows us into eternity.


So I found out that my mental health teacher from this semester unexpectedly passed away this weekend. She was 51. Life is short, you never know when the winds will blow.

The college called me a few weeks ago and asked me to teach this guide study gig, I meet with the teacher, make a lesson plan, and then work with the beginning nursing students. Should be interesting, at least it will keep the info fresh. I just have to balance my time, between working about 30-40 hrs at work, school, and now the new job. And trying to have a life. Thankfully the weather is starting to warm up again, gonna start running this week again, I miss it.

I am so thankful for the new opportunities that God has given me and I am excited about the future.