It's already August. I can't believe it. This summer has just flown by. Pretty soon, it will be September. People will be getting ready to go back to school. But I won't. It hit me the other day that what I'm doing now is what I'm going to be doing for at least the next year. If not longer. It's a scary thought.

I am an adult.

I am in the real world.

I am a working professional.

I am a nurse.

I think that is what really gets me. I am a real nurse. The people I work with are not my superiors or my teachers, they are my peers. The doctors respect my opinion (well, some of them. But that's another post). The patients respect my position and want to know what I think. That's a lot of responsibility. I'm not sure I can handle it. Some days I feel like I'm flying by the seat of my pants. I know I present a calm and cool exterior. I've become very good at presenting that image. But on the inside I am terrified that I am going to royally screw up.