There is a vulnerability in writing that sometimes smacks me across the face, but even if it stings, I believe it is an act of independence and a creative outlet. For many years, my creativity was expressed through the arts. In fact, I studied art therapy before I became a nurse. I loved all modalities, especially ceramics. I even dabbled in painting and printmaking. My daughters each have my canvases in their respective homes and workspaces. I am honored that they wanted to have my art, made four decades ago, some even more. I look at my artwork and wonder if I could possibly do anything even remotely close now.
Back to writing though, I am looking to grow some school nurse bloggers. My blog is almost seven years old. I have written close to 1,000 entries and still continue to find topics to share. Some of my blogs have been widely embraced, others markedly ignored. I had the most visitors at the height of COVID, according to the analytics. What I do know is that no matter how many or how few readers I have, the act of writing is helpful to my mental health. I work out social issues, personal reflections, and work challenges and hopefully also inspire other school nurses to not feel as alone or isolated as we are known to be.