Competition of Pace

Competition Of Pace

A poem dedicated to keeping your own pace within life. Although others may treat it like a race, there is never a limit on achieving what you set your heart on!


This piece is dedicated to those that feel they need to rush to their dreams because that's what it seems others are doing. Life is never about how quickly you can achieve something. It shines best when you place all of your careful time and consideration into something you're passionate about.

No matter how long it takes you to get there, I know that even the world itself would be able to see how brightly your passion shines from miles away. May your ultimate dreams come true!

Everyone always treated it like a competition

Or a game, and whoever did the most

Accomplished more, was seemingly a winner

"It" was life itself

She began to join the race,

Always on the go and never wanting to fall behind

Because everyone else treated it like a competition

A game in which there were "clear winners"

She began to run fast,

Even more on a fleeting journey to get things done

There were many goals to finish, and she needed to make it quick

Because everyone else treated it like a competition

A game in which there were "speedy results"

She began to run faster,

This was yet another sign she needed to get to her dreams

For going only "fast" wasn't enough to get all of it done

Because everyone kept treating it like a competition

With no end in sight

As she ran the fastest she ever had,

There, she found herself becoming tired

And suddenly, tripped among the madness that was this race

It wasn't until she became aware that what hurt most wasn't getting hurt by the fall

But repeatedly looking at haste as a way to get to where she wanted to be

All because she looked to what everyone else was doing and how fast they were going

She saw that some people that had been going just as fast as she had, also fell amid the rush

'Maybe, it isn't truly a race after all,' she resolved, getting back up again

Life, she decided, wasn't about how fast, but about being sure of yourself

Even if that meant being slower than all of the others around you

It was as if, by magic, her world made sense again

Her pace was steady and her mind clearer

'No, it isn't a race, in fact, my dreams are even nearer,'

While the rest of the world stayed consumed in speed and quantity

The girl truly knew, that

Life was about slowing down and focusing

On staying true to where and what you wanted to be

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To The Nursing Major During The Hardest Week Of The Year

I know that no grade can possibly prove what kind of nurse you will be. I know that no assignment will showcase your compassion. I know that no amount of bad days will ever take away the empathy inside of you that makes you an exceptional nurse.


To the Nursing Major During Finals Week,

I know you're tired, I know you're stressed, and I know you feel like you can't go on. I know that no part of this seems fair, and I know you are by far the biggest critic of yourself. I know that you've thought about giving up. I know that you feel alone. I know that you wonder why in the world you chose one of the hardest college majors, especially on the days it leaves you feeling empty and broken.

But, I also know that you love nursing school. I know your eyes light up when you're with patients, and I know your heart races when you think of graduation. I know that you love the people that you're in school with, like truly, we're-all-in-this-together, family type of love. I know that you look at the older nurses with admiration, just hoping and praying that you will remain that calm and composed one day. I know that every time someone asks what your college major is that you beam with pride as you tell them it's nursing, and I know that your heart skips a beat knowing that you are making a difference.

I know that no grade can possibly prove what kind of nurse you will be. I know that no assignment will showcase your compassion. I know that a failed class doesn't mean you aren't meant to do this. I know that a 'C' on a test that you studied so. dang. hard. for does not mean that you are not intelligent. I know that no amount of bad days will ever take away the empathy inside of you that makes you an exceptional nurse.

I know that nursing school isn't fair. I know you wish it was easier. I know that some days you can't remember why it's worth it. I know you want to go out and have fun. I know that staying up until 1:00 A.M. doing paperwork, only to have to be up and at clinicals before the sun rises is not fair. I know that studying this much only to be failing the class is hard. I know you wish your friends and family understood. I know that this is difficult.

Nursing school isn't glamorous, with the white lab coat and stethoscope. Nursing school is crying, randomly and a lot. Nursing school is exhaustion. Nursing school is drinking so much coffee that you lose track. Nursing school is being so stressed that you can't eat. Nursing school is four cumulative finals jam-packed into one week that is enough to make you go insane.

But, nursing school is worth it. I know that when these assignments are turned in and finals are over, that you will find the motivation to keep going. I know that one good day of making a difference in a patient's life is worth a hundred bad days of nursing school.

Keep hanging in there, nursing majors. It'll all be worth it— this I know, for sure.

So, if you have a nursing major in your life, hug them and tell them that you're proud of them. Nursing school is tough, nursing school is scary, and nursing school is overwhelming; but a simple 'thank-you' from someone we love is all we need to keep going.


A third-year nursing student who knows

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To The High School Graduating Seniors

I know you're ready, but be ready.



I am not going to say anything about senioritis because I was ready to get out of there and I'm sure you are too; however, in your last months living at home you should take advantage of the luxuries you will not have in a college dorm. The part of college seen in movies is great, the rest of it is incredibly inconvenient. It is better to come to terms with this While you still have plenty of time to prepare and enjoy yourself.

Perhaps one of the most annoying examples is the shower. Enjoy your hot, barefoot showers now because soon enough you will have no water pressure and a drain clogged with other people's hair. Enjoy touching your feet to the floor in the shower and the bathroom because though it seems weird, it's a small thing taken away from you in college when you have to wear shoes everywhere.

Enjoy your last summer with your friends. After this summer, any free time you take is a sacrifice. For example, if you want to go home for the summer after your freshman year and be with your friends, you have to sacrifice an internship. If you sacrifice an internship, you risk falling behind on your resume, and so on. I'm not saying you can't do that, but it is not an easy choice anymore.

Get organized. If you're like me you probably got good grades in high school by relying on your own mind. You think I can remember what I have to do for tomorrow. In college, it is much more difficult to live by memory. There are classes that only meet once or twice a week and meeting and appointments in between that are impossible to mentally keep straight. If you do not yet have an organizational system that works for you, get one.

I do not mean to sound pessimistic about school. College is great and you will meet a lot of people and make a lot of memories that will stick with you for most of your life. I'm just saying be ready.

-A freshman drowning in work

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