Well, I did it yesterday. I emailed the director of the unit where I worked PRN at 86th street and told her that since they could not provide shifts for me I am turning in my notice. This makes me sad, since it officially ends the six years I worked at the “big house.” How does this practically change my life? It doesn’t. I’m getting all the overtime I need at Carmel right now.

What happens if that overtime disappears, you ask? Well, I’m hoping to start classes at the University of Indianapolis next month, and I won’t be able to work overtime anyway, since I will be pretty busy with school. When I finish that program, I should be able to make about twice what I make now, rendering overtime unnecessary.

Speaking of school, I just finished my “portfolio” for my BSN, which is essentially the entire final class of the program. All that remains is for me to write two one-page papers, and hand everything in on Tuesday. Then I have to participate in my final group project on the 24th, and I’m officially a BSN nurse.

I am still running almost every day and eating right. The weight loss has slowed, but my clothes continue to fit better, so I know I’m losing inches, even if I’m not losing pounds. I’m not sure if the Navy is still an option for me or if I am going to try at all. There have always been two obstacles to me becoming a navy nurse: I didn’t have my BSN and I weighed too much. In two weeks there will only be one obstacle, and we’ll see if that can be fixed.

I don’t know what the future holds, but God does. I know that for now it seems my plan is to enter the nurse practitioner program and complete that. We plan to relist our house in the spring, but we would just be renting a house closer to work and church for a year or so while I finish my master’s degree. Where do we go after that? Do we stay in Indianapolis? Do we move to Iowa? Alaska? Who knows, but I thank God for every day He allows me to live and serve Him.