The Moment You Stop Caring

Sunrise follows every sunset.

I remember screaming at the top of my lungs about the letter I found cleaning up. I was beyond angry. The next minute, everything changed. He hit me. That was the moment, everything changed for me. I never felt the same and the decision was made right then and there.

As I sit and write this post, common sense warns me not to be too detailed, but the other side of me remembers all the bullshit I want to discuss in vivid detail. Often time, too much is unsaid for fear of how it will make us look to someone that wasn't there and doesn't know exactly what transpired. How are people suppose to fully understand where I'm coming from if I can't give them the entire background? But I've also come to realize something else. I stopped caring.

Have you ever been in a relationship and you've gotten to the point where you've decided that it's time to move on. You don't care what happens when you leave, you just know that you have to go. The consequences of you're departure is going to be difficult but you still have to leave. Your sanity is on the line. There is no other option other than to get out. That's where I'm at with certain parts of my life.

It's freeing to know that no matter what happens, I don't care how slow I move, as long as I don't stop moving closer to my goals.

On Thursday, I took the Teas V exam and passed. That exam was my last outstanding requirement needed for my nursing school application. Now I have to wait for a decision. I thought I'd be really nervous about waiting for the decision letter to come in the mail but surprisingly, I'm not nervous at all. I'm confident about one thing: the fact that I'm moving on. May it be this Fall or next, I'm moving on.

Just like that past relationship, it's clear to me that I have to move on and I'm looking forward to the journey.

*Fingers crossed that I get in though.*