|The first daffodils of 2014|
For me, January has a clean, fresh feel to it. It doesn't seem like the start of the year - for me that will always be the new school year in September - but rather, January is a tidying up and a re-grouping. A shake of the shoulders, chin in the air, and carrying on with a renewed sense of determination.
|Back at University today|
A new term started for me today: a new module, new reading lists, new tutors, one new pen and no new notebook (so restrained of me), plus all my lovely nursing friends together again. But, alarmingly, it's my last ever term of teaching on this course. After this, I have placements until July, then the summer holidays off, and placements again up to Christmas, when I qualify. Qualify! It's pretty scary to even write that word.
So I am enjoying the sense of calm and resolve that this time of year brings for me, and trying not to think too much about my time at University coming to an end. I am grabbing as much fresh air as I can, looking out for the first British daffodil bunches in the shops (Waitrose had some this week!), running, baking bread, and reading novels.
And I'm also filling up all my spare days with plans of nice things I want to do while I still have a bit of time on my hands. Its January now, and I've got the time and inclination to fritter away 20 minutes photographing blood oranges; but before I know it, it will be December and I'll be a fully qualified nurse. Fewer blood oranges and more actual blood, I should imagine. Not long now.