The only sure thing in this life is that it will come to an end. We do not know when, we do not know where, and we certainly cannot predict how, but we can be sure that one day there will be no tomorrow for us. So does all the money and stuff we accumulate matter? We have each other, others will have our legacy, our ideas, the memory of us. I am interested in making the world a better place before I am not in the world anymore. I listened to a talk from Vicky Reynolds last fall, where she spoke of her perspective on use of self as a social justice doer, situation herself in a place where she was doing the most good. Her words resonated with me. I am a nurse, but I am also a mother, and activist, and advocate, an academic, and a human being in a world in which I care about decreasing the suffering and maximizing the health of others. Part of my perspective, the frame that I view the world through is constructed from my perspective as a nurse, what I have experience, what I know through formal and informal education. And so, I sometimes feel like I am awkwardly stumbling around, looking for the best place for me. So I try different things. And that is okay because the best place for us changes depending on where we are at, but also where the world is at.

Peace,

Michelle D.

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