Looking back at my 13 year old self, I don't think she would have believed me if I told her I was about to graduate nursing school.Nursing and I crossed paths in mid-high school when I realized I was craving to contribute to the world, and I wanted my hands to get dirty doing it. I was ready to leave the nest and scour the earth free of pain, injustice, and inequality! (ninja roundhouse kick).But instead, the giant boot of nursing school ninja roundhouse kicked me right in the chest. There was definitely an adjustment period; mainly to the high-stress levels and increased need for accountability, oh, and the pandemic shut down the world. At this point, the idea of signing myself up for such a high-responsibility career sounded absolutely insane. When campus opened back up I began working with Wild Health, the company leading the vaccination effort in Kentucky. The first COVID-19 vaccine had just became available and I knew I wanted to help vaccinate as many people as possible. Along the way, I've listened to countless stories of loss and shared many moments of silence, but I've also seen tears of joy and families reunited. This is when nursing and I became fully aligned.I never thought I would label the home stretch of nursing school bittersweet, but here we are.Nursing is powerful, complex, and home to some of the purest forms of emotion you'll find. I am incredibly grateful for nursing school, it has sparked a small, but fierce, fire inside of me... now I mustn't let it burn out ;)