I didn't make the cut for the nursing program this time around.
At least the reason was objective (not enough points, it's gotten very competitive) and not subjective ("We didn't like what you were wearing, not to mention you are a ginormously ugly freak! Be gone, or we shall unleash the hounds!")
Oh well. There's always the January start date.
A year ago and earlier this would have devastated me and sent me into a downward spiral. Now? I feel the cloud made of gelatin and dust particles I've been standing for the last month start to turn into terra firma.
I like definition. I loathe uncertainty.
I really should start putting my house back together - it's only been a month since the offer to buy it fell through. If I'm staying here and not starting school until at least January (assuming I get in, ha!), I think I'd feel better if I put all the stuff piled up in the living room back to where it belongs.
I'm looking forward to consistency and a sense of normal. I wonder if I should buy another couch....
(above: my sad, empty living room)