Indian American Love Child

This week marks my one-year anniversary with my new company, and more notably, leaving bedside nursing. In general, this year has been one of the most trans formative years of my life. I have spent countless hours working on myself, personally and professionally. I share some insight into my personal growth & life in some of my previous blog posts  [1] . In addition to my personal growth, I also wanted to take the time to reflect on what this year has been like for me professionally- to explore the challenges, pleasures, growth, and overall, experience of this totally new career path.   Quite honestly, I am suffering from a moderate case of writer’s block. I am finding it somewhat difficult to reflect, process, and share my experience, both mentally and verbally [2] . So please, bear with me. However, here is my best attempt to give you a glimpse into my whole new world and how I got here [3] . A quick Table of Conten ts:  1.    ...

I've tried to write the last couple of months, but truthfully something seemed off every time I picked up the pen. Every time I wrote, it felt like:  1. My words didn’t capture what I was truly feeling. Not the depth or the scope of the pain, confusion, hurt, self doubt, loneliness or the plethora of other emotions I was feeling or had felt during that time 2. I KNEW whatever I was feeling and expressing was also SUPER transient, sometimes even changing moment to moment.  And so, I decided that even though the pen was and is, one of my favorite outlets, writing  was probably in some ways, not the best for me. The thing with written word is, it is permanent. You can not unwrite it, un say it, or in any way, deny it. If i wrote what i was feeling and thinking at one of my lowest points...it would, in a way, give validation to them. And more than just validation, it would take them from what could just be transient thoughts and feelings to a more concrete rea...

Multiple terrorist attacks have happened in various countries across the globe in the past couple of months. From Mali to France, news of death, hostages, bombs, and just general devastation have flooded our social media, news, and conversations. I am ashamed to admit it, but I have turned my head to all of it.  I live in a world, I don't understand.  For the longest time, and maybe even now, I was okay with the ignorance is bliss motion. It served me well since I was able to maintain my naive perception of the world. Anyone who knows me, knows I hate watching the news. I feel as if there is never anything positive on, and furthermore, I feel the more we watch it, the more paranoid we get about the world around us. The last thing I want to do is go through life thinking everyone has an alternative agenda, and is out to get me. I'd like to think that most people are innately good, and that there are just some rotten tomatoes among us. Of course, I do not have children...