I’m freakishly comfortable with school, in spite of the fact that so much of it is actually a pain in the arse. Do I love the busywork? Nope. Do I love homework? Nope. Do I love tests? Nope. Do I love online discussions? Nope. BUT. I love learning. I love information. I love chasing down new skills and knowledge and goals that, when reached, will give me the luxury of continuing to learn and teach and share for the rest of my days. Yep. This is the good stuff.

I’m in the thick of a tough schedule. The courses and information aren’t too taxing, in and of themselves, but as I’ve said before, juggling the assignments and reading and study time is complicated by the whole having-three-kids-and-a-husband-and-bills thing, so it’s very different than my first go ’round in school, and we’re still working out the kinks. But I’m remembering more every day that this… THIS is my wheelhouse. Not just school, but the learning and teaching and yes, even the doing, of new information and skills. The beauty of nursing is that it has learning and teaching and doing built into every. single. day. And midwifery? Well, that’s all kinds of daily learning and teaching… with hopefully not as much doing, since it’s mostly just letting the mama and the baby do their thing while everyone else sits on their hands and waits for something miraculous to unfold. Anywho, all this good stuff I love so much will be rolled together with my passion for birth! And women! And babies! I’ve found it, y’all. Or rather, I’ve finally walked right up to something I found a long time ago, looked it dead in the eye, and said, “It’s time. I’m ready for you now.” 

I’ve been saying for years I’ll be a midlife midwife. I’ll be 38 this Easter. It’s time. I’m ready now. And THIS is my wheelhouse. It’s gonna’ be a bumpy ride, but I’ve got so much groove I’m practically giddy.