The ills from which we suffer most


This sampler was a gift to Chris from my sister Janet. I almost bought it, but she beat me to the post. It is a pretty homemade embroidery, with a simple clear message. "Don't worry about life".

I am a worrier by nature, yet I am trying to follow the above message to the letter, strangely, In some ways I am succeeding. The last, stressfull year has been a red letter one for both Chris and I. We have sold two houses and bought another, I have left sheffield and nearly twenty years of history, friends and a senior nursing job I truely loved ( but was ready to leave), for a new life in wales, and now I am to embark on a full time psychology degree course.
I have now arranged to go part time on ITU, and mentally I am ready to leave nursing alltogether!(I have been a nurse for 24 years!!!)......its all quite alot to deal with isnt it? anddo you know what? I feel for the first time in my 44 years I am just going with the flow......

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