Relax Babe

To my Dallas AORN Chapter Peers: This week has gone by so fast. I knew I would be this happy, before and after. But it always amazes me when I come back home and I feel even more passionate about perioperative nursing and AORN. I’m obsessed with making nursing as good as it can possibly be, making myself my best in the process. As your representative Forty Under 40, the AORN CEO offered us upgraded admission to the Executive Leadership Summit. I was very excited and honored to be offered this opportunity. I had hovered over the button for 20 minutes when I registered a couple weeks earlier- could I afford the upgrade? Something so hugely valuable to my practice, career, and goals was surely worth the price. I couldn’t make myself. But somehow Linda Groah (AORN CEO) and AORN knew what I needed before I asked, and they handed me the hemostat not the tonsil. They continuously prove how willing they are to listen to all members; how dedicated they are to the f

How I got started: I started. I asked for help and I received guidance. Never take for granted those who are willing to allow you to kickoff their success. When I got into perioperative nursing, I went directly into the AORN organization because I was conditioned in school that it was my duty. I took her, Mrs. McMenamy, seriously. I’ve never regretted that decision. The first meeting I went to I was treated like a princess. They asked me for help and I worked hard and ended up in Anaheim in DisneyLand on the National Awards Committee. I kept grinding. I kept working. There was always something new to learn, to do, to help. But it wasn’t enough for me to rise. I wanted everyone there with me. I wanted to see the sunshine with everyone who has supported me. I wanted to taste that success, but it would mean nothing without my backbone support group. If I ask you to look inside, it’s because I know the struggle of focusing on the outsid

I warned you first. I am so grateful! Wtf I cannot even. The momentum that life is and has and could be when you are grateful. He protects me and himself. He is sweet beyond measure. He rescues animals. He goes to the gym even when he’s tired. He gets woke when he goes to the gym. He thought of me in his business and still asked for my preference. He is in the process of bettering himself and developing/creating the person he wants to be. He wants to get back to his best body and he will, he will be better than that. He gets stressed out but doesn't get angry. Maybe he’ll slam a door. I know I’ll do worse. He holds me and looks at me like I’m new and different every time. Not that I don’t also look at him that way, but I’ve never heard someone talk about me in a way that I think. He is perfect bc he is flawed. His flaws are so minute and nothing against him. Just me looking for perfection when he is literally it. He wanted a brother and he’s not religious and he wanted to